For most women, a poignant moment in their wedding is the traditional father-daughter dance. Or so I hear. I’ve also heard that there are in fact people out there who don’t live and breathe Guilt, who don’t lie awake at night running through a rosary of remembered Mea Culpas and...
It’s All Relative
Turkey Necks, Terrorists, and Truths
“You’ll have to wait longer,” says the pretty little chicklet behind the Motor Vehicle counter, eyeing me warily. “Homeland Security red-flagged you. I gotta get my supervisor.” She takes a vague offhand look around the crowded room. Now, I know that Husband, Son #1, Girlfriend of Son #1, and...
Spring Things and Hope Springs
Spring is really as annoying as hell with its tiresome eternal promise of renewal and rebirth and unity and love. It’s too goddamned cheerful. I almost prefer the foot of cold wet isolating snow that hit the foothills of the Rockies in the middle of May. I’m not quite...
Beef Stew & Bitching
“I will grudgingly do this, Mom,” wrote Younger Son. How can you be irritated at a kid who uses a great word like “grudgingly” and even spells it correctly? This was in response to a gentle reminder I’d posted about doing math homework or something equally as attractive. My...
Watch Out For Your Neck
My New Hampshire Grammy was a worried little woman – wisely worried, really, since there is indeed danger everywhere. She’d have taken last week’s Florida sinkhole death right in stride, though, adding it to her “See? I told you so!” defensive arsenal. We’re a family of deep and constant...