She is surprisingly strong for a little woman. The dentist has her entire fist in my mouth. She is vigorously pushing down on every crowned tooth, checking for integrity. Integrity has never been my strong suit. So, too, with my mouth full of expensive dental work. An old permanent...
365 Days of Mirth
Day 45: As The Hart Pants
Clearly, I had calendar issues: Valentine’s Day is for conceiving children, not giving birth to them. What was it about flirtation, fine dining and candlelight that I didn’t get? I suppose I’d got all those romantic trappings nine months earlier. There’s that. Interesting word choice, “trappings.” I...
Day 44: The Dream Is Always The Same
My fingers are still stained red from the frosting I made last weekend. I carry indelible guilt, a scarlet V for Vanity. Anything pricey must be good, yes? Fancy gel food coloring did this to me, expensive stuff from the cake-decorating aisle at a specialty store. I plan to...
Day 43: Fey Fortitude
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...
Day 42: Gravity’s Pie Dough
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?...