So there were TWO very long furniture-delivery trucks parked on Jefferson Avenue in front of my house, taking up at least a third of the
It was about four o’clock on Thanksgiving eve. I had just put pumpkin and pecan pies into the oven and was stirring cranberry sauce on
I’m always asked to say the prayer at the table on holidays. Inevitable, I suppose, when your family sees you as
Are thank you notes going the way of the telegram? A recent New York Times article says this could well be the case. Seems that
Many of us learned that there are three things you don’t talk about in polite company (and certainly not in church): money, sex and politics.
I keep thinking of Treyvon Martin, the 17-year-old African-American who was shot by neighborhood watch person George Zimmerman. I read
When word came mid-morning that the Supreme Court had struck down the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), Jered let out a whoop and we raced
The woman sitting in front of me on the bus kept repeating herself: “I wish it was Friday. I wish I could sleep another
Too tall. Too outspoken. Too intense. Too opinionated. Too much. Maybe it’s because these labels have been applied to me that I am protective of
My eyes hurt. My brain hurt. I was exhausted. I had watched two episodes of the television show
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