I’m pretty good at handling cosmic injustices – cancer, two burned down houses, my mom’s Alzheimer’s, and my dad’s Myasthenia Gravis. My...

A baby carrot crossed my threshold. Let’s face it: carrots aren’t supposed to look like that – perfect identical oblong shapes prone to...

After the fifth inning, I found myself caught off guard. I’d just gone to the kitchen to make popcorn, and when I came back, fifty...

I crammed myself into a middle seat, a heavy set lady on one side and a talkative gentleman on the other. It was all too late by the time...

“If you don’t have paint, use food coloring,” my art professor said. I’d never heard of it, but it was a relief. I was seventeen years...

Oh, crap. It’s that woman. We were at Lauren’s first football game of the season when I saw a familiar face. It wasn’t the hottie who’d...

I tried to make it to the bathroom, but I didn’t. Strangers watched me barf. I’d left my wig at home, and I was bald with a few strands...

“It’s dead, Mom.” I looked toward my neighbor’s house which used to be blocked by a wall of solid green. Lauren’s outstretched finger...

Gary wanted to role-play. “Put on a little nurse outfit,” my husband said in puffs and pants and grunts. But excruciating pain ruined the...

Learning you have breast cancer is terrifying, but like so many others, you’re going to get through it — just like I'm doing. From a...