WWJD? That would be my friend John, not Jesus. Jesus (thank God) does not talk to me. Friends are the vitamins and minerals we need to thrive. Having a wide circle of them is having a cupboard stuffed full of miracle nutritional supplements, each bottle promising renewed health and...
Slings & Arrows
Mothers are Refrigerators
Waxing rhapsodic about motherhood is not something I’m ever likely to do, at least until I’m a waning old woman who’s losing herself. Then again, waxing in general is not something I ever do – to cars, floors, or legs. Tried waxing various furry parts of me once, and...
Knowing My Place
Hell is not being consigned to flames of woe. Hell is being assigned to work beside a refrigerator – a noisy, full-sized, gleaming white one. You might wonder what business a refrigerator has in the center of a large open office environment, a presumably professional and public sort of...
Jaw Narrative
The petite perky receptionist at the orthodontist’s office smiled up at me through her braces (Will Work for Orthodontia) and said, “OK, now, I’m going to give you a little homework assignment, but don’t you worry! We don’t want you to stress over it at all – we won’t...
Crotchety About Mine
“Oh, honestly,” said the woman on the trail, grabbing her frothing Rottweiler by the collar and pulling him away from me so I could continue unmolested on my hike. As we passed, she squatted down and nuzzled the drooling dog like a lover, whispering endearments that ended with, “She...