The care she took
It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night...
View ArticleDancing with Janet
I am in a small, hot room in the middle of winter. Although I look like I’m dressed for aerobics, the (much) older people around me look like they could be heading to the grocery store. Luke Bryan...
View ArticleOut of the straightaway, into the curve
I am jarred every time. I can’t get used to it and I don’t think I want to. As I flip through the dating app, swiping left and right as if perusing clothes on a rack, a friend’s ex-husband appears. Oy....
View ArticleThe givers
My friend Kate is pushing my grocery cart for me. And she is doing this while brandishing a Christmas wreath I’ve chosen to buy. It’s looped over her right forearm, like a medieval shield, as she does...
View ArticleA day, a week, a month, a year
I sit on my deck, drinking my coffee, protein shake already downed. What to tackle first today? The text comes through from my sister: “I know. Love u all too.” I smile and tear up a bit. She does. She...
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