I love parties. In fact, I regularly throw parties for myself. Pity parties, that is. As everyone knows, you do not necessarily need to have a reason to have a party. Sometimes I have reasons. Sometimes not. Sometimes they are good reasons. Sometimes not. Sometimes my reason has to...
Before I had my first child, I dreaded going to baby showers and hearing the various war stories of childbirth. It couldn’t be as painful as they described. Why are women still enduring this torture in the 20th century if it is so horrible? Of course I was the...
“You look beautiful,” Nancy said as I joined her on the sidewalk in front of school. Thursday afternoon pick-up time and let me tell you, I was not looking beautiful. Not that Nancy was lying. She called it as she saw it. But she was mistaken. The day started...
The air felt cold and heavy as I trudged through the snow in the memorial park where my husband’s ashes lay. It was January 10, 1997, two and a half years since his death, and I was coming not so much to talk to him, but to God. I...
