5 Things I Wish I’d Done Before My Dog Got Sick
You might want to read this if you are really a dog person, and you are wondering what happened with Toby. I wouldn’t inflict this on anyone else! Warning: it’s sad. We’re still guessing about exactly what went wrong with Toby. The most… Continue reading
Hangin’ with the young dudes after midnight
It’s been a strange summer for me, sleep-wise. I’ve been working at home, and without an external structure, my sleep cycle has evolved to a schedule usually seen only in teenagers and the severely jet-lagged. I sleep so late that I can’t… Continue reading
Summer Slump! Plus, a Bit About Bliss
(This is a rerun from a prior year, but it’s true for me every summer year in Florida — I slump!) I’ve heard it said that redheads have fewer sweat glands than other people do. Perhaps that’s why I have never adapted to Florida’s long,… Continue reading
Swimming and Writing and Diving in Deep
Summer is here whether we like it or not, and I, for one, don’t like it. These long, hot afternoons always make me want to go jump in a lake. My kids think this is crazy. Risk an encounter with a snake or an alligator? Douse yourself in… Continue reading
Twenty Pound Carrot
Toby, our 8-year-old greyhound, sleeps about 20 hours a day. I’m not exaggerating – in fact, it might be closer to 22 hours, which makes him awfully easy to have around. Plus, his nearly-constant slumber makes me look good in comparison –… Continue reading
My Closest Encounter with Greatness – Paul Farmer
You may think I’m a nobody, just a faceless cog in the direct mail advertising machine. And you’d be right. But I’ve had my close brushes with fame! For instance, there was my San Francisco elevator ride with Gloria Steinem in 1986. And in a… Continue reading
Mom, I got in an accident
Having given my parents a lot of worry when I was a teenager (sorry, Mom and Dad!), I certainly deserved to get the same from my own kids. But I lucked out. In 22 years of motherhood, I never picked up the phone to hear worse than, “I forgot my… Continue reading
Fragments of Love: Because There’s Always a Critic, Right?
This is a rerun from 2007. These fragments I have shored against my ruins. —T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland” I’ve always figured that Our Town goes to four kinds of people. Group A throws it directly into the trash. People in Group B look… Continue reading