It wasn’t until I was in my forties that I ever even got a ticket. OK, there was one parking violation at college, but I paid it off quickly and put it behind me. It was a youthful indiscretion. The parking spot was asking for it, sitting there all...
Why is it that God can’t be bothered dispensing justice where it’s desperately needed – the sort of thunderbolt zapping you’d love to see visited upon any number of vile scumbags – but He’s there at my elbow to punish me whenever I try to cut a few corners?...
You’re still a hot ticket, I tell myself. It’s a Friday night in February. I’m at home wearing stretchy pants and fuzzy slippers. I don’t care about seeing and being seen downtown in happening trendy spots. I don’t care about that wonderful classical concert I ought to be attending....
It’s almost as unsettling as having a kid barge in on an intimate moment. There we are, lying in a quiet darkened room, seeking transcendence and peace. It’s the end of an hour-long yoga session. The instructor has worked us hard. We have earned our final reward, five minutes...
I love those subtle social hints long-term partners are magically able to telegraph – when I’m at a party, for instance, happily schmoozing, and Husband suddenly appears at my side holding my coat, wearing his own, and jingling the car keys. I’m pretty astute. I usually pick right up...