There she is. Mrs. McCarthy, as they called her at the High School, or as I called her in the grocery store when she wouldn't turn around after I yelled MOM! a thousand times.
Public service announcement on the topic of the miracle.
We think it's going to arrive with a giant bow and gleaming red lipstick, a four-door convertible screaming into the parking lot doing a half moon and stopping just at the…
"Wedding Dress,the college friends edition." Coffee. Just the girls. Saturday morning. Friends from college, together at one table, for the first time in decades. Births. Deaths. The stories. The songs. Who we have become. What we know now,…
Lately I start this email on Saturday, and finish it up in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Right now, I wonder where you are? If you are starting to wake up? Starting to think about the day or week…