How to Beat the Odds
It’s gone,” my husband said. He was glued to the screen, studying maps of the fire, watching it lick up pear orchards, walnut groves, and...


Hiding My Shoes...
I kicked my shoes under the bed. If I delay long enough, I thought, we’ll be late and I won’t have to go. Gary handed me two sneakers...


Girl Scout Gone Rogue
"We'll wear tan pants," the troop leader said. "And matching tee-shirts." Oh, no. I thought. This is going to be a c


The Corn Vendor
I trekked down cobblestones, my plastic flip flops conforming to the shape of each rock while a hot wind bathed my sweaty skin in layers...


It Will Work
A cold wind whipped my face as I stood in the back of a pick up truck with my sister and five other women. Rural Guatemala blurred by,...


Mammograms and Rabbit Holes
I went down a rabbit hole yesterday. I suspect my husband does it all the time, because he’s always coming up with obscure tidbits you...


Let Them Eat Pancakes
I raised my hand, and suddenly, life changed. “What the hell were you thinking?” Gary said when I got home. At a meeting, during that...


Could He Be Pregnant?
I pasted a photo of my husband’s belly into an email and hit send. “That felt odd,” I said. Gary’s belly was the shape of an overripe...


What Will Happen Tomorrow
The three of us sidestepped our way through an army of timeshare salespeople to where a stranger named David stood awaiting our arrival....


He Thinks He’s in First Class
Gary basks in the luxury... of the aisle seat. No extra charge on Southwest Airlines, but you have to get lucky to sit there.


