I normally find my ShopVac lounging coyly in my laundry room, playing hard-to-get. I tease him out into the kitchen and fondle his attachments, playing the part of the damsel in distress…
I normally find my ShopVac lounging coyly in my laundry room, playing hard-to-get. I tease him out into the kitchen and fondle his attachments, playing the part of the damsel in distress…
He had been gone for eight months. At home, life hovered somewhere between controlled chaos and relative insanity. But the kids and I were fine. We would make it to February, when Francis would return from his yearlong deployment to Djibouti, East Africa…
“Lilly, wake up!” I whisper-yelled to my sleeping daughter, who looked as if she’d slipped into a coma overnight… Lilly emitted a deep groan, clearly indicating that she’d forgotten the plan: Get up early and be first in line for St. Matthew’s thrift shop Christmas Fair…
“My lower back started hurting again,” I told my new primary care doctor at the base clinic, who appeared to be about twelve years old…