My husband, Steve, used to utter his famous catchphrase, “Have you thought of dinner?” about 30 times a day. The first few times he’d ask, I’d nod with a faraway look in my eyes, as if gourmet meals were dancing in my head. By the 20th time, I wasn’t nodding anymore and the look was […]
In my 54 years, I thought I had garnered a few pearls of wisdom. Turns out my pearls of wisdom were actually nuggets of nonsense. Especially when it came to raising children. Thankfully, my oldest daughter, Quincey, set me straight. It started the first time I changed my granddaughter, Holland.* I had just pulled out
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Normally, I enjoy being frightened. Scary movies, haunted houses, my bathroom scale. But these past two months have dealt me enough horror to last a lifetime. The trauma began on December 19th. My husband’s e-bike was charging in the garage when the battery suddenly combusted.* Smelling smoke, we raced to the garage and discovered a
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Let me introduce you to Nina and Alvin. Nina, who is 78, and Alvin, who is 88, have been married for 58 years. I have known them for 57 of them. I am their daughter. Nina and Alvin are not their real names, but when I told them I was going to write a few
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I broke my ankle last month. The exact terminology is fractured lateral malleolus. Ooh, fancy. At the moment, I’m a little hobbled (like James Caan in Misery, but with a nicer nurse.). Here is one of the highlights… “The MRI:” I had my MRI last week. After checking in, Jason, the technician, led me to
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I broke my ankle last month. The exact terminology is fractured lateral malleolus. Ooh, fancy. At the moment, I’m a little hobbled (like James Caan in Misery, but with a nicer nurse). Here is one of the highlights… “The Clot:” I had a follow-up with my doctor on Wednesday. “So, here’s the problem…” he began.
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The day after my fall, I saw my doctor. Examining my bruised and swollen ankle, he gasped, “We need to get you x-rays, and tell them you need these STAT!” My eyes grew wide. It was going to be just like on TV. Nurse, get this woman a new ankle, STAT! Ten minutes later, I
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Back in March, I led a workshop entitled Seminar for Sociopaths. It was wildly popular. Two out of the three participants stayed until the very end. I taught the importance of reuniting Tupperware containers with their significant lids. Nine months later, it was time for a new seminar except this time my daughter Parker would
Today I made healthy vegetarian soup. I poured low-sodium vegetable broth into my crockpot. Next, I chopped kale, the most super of all super foods. I cut baby carrots into tiny pieces. (Would that make them preemie carrots?) Zucchini and onions were sliced and diced. They joined their fellow veggies in this bounty of healthy
“My nemesis is your nemesis” has been an unwritten code since the dawn of time. My nemesis began tormenting me in early childhood and stayed with me well into high school. Fortunately, my friends equally despised this bully and stood with me in solidarity. My mom tried to convince me to give my nemesis a