I subscribe to a daily writing prompt, but I never do it. Putting that much thought into what I’m going to say, rather than just writing about my supermarket trials and tribulations, causes nervous beads of sweat pop out all … Continue reading
It was on the day the space shuttle Columbia disintegrated that I took the pregnancy test. We had decided just a few weeks before that the time was as ripe as it ever would be for babymaking and I, with … Continue reading
I signed up for Jazzercise, attended a few sessions, then stopped going altogether. The community center, however, continued to charge my credit card every single month. Though I had every intention of cancelling the membership as soon as I lost … Continue reading
It is criminal that, as a petite woman of a certain age, I can only eat about two calories a day without developing the figure of a Russian nesting doll. I was playing with those weight loss calculation websites this … Continue reading
Last night I was lying in bed, sucking on a melatonin tablet and waxing nostalgic about the hut. I thought, “I will only stare at these cranberry red walls before falling asleep here fifty more times.” And I got a … Continue reading
