Friday, June 22, 2012 After breakfast I hike the roads overlooking the village, thanking God for Zumba as I make my way up steep, windy hills. As usual the vistas are both breath-taking and quaint, like a Cezanne … [Read more...] about A Peak in Provence: Part 3
Saturday, June 23, 2012 This morning my I-phone alarm sounds off at a strange time and I reach over to investigate. But the alarm tone I chose a year ago, church bells, is not coming from this device. It’s … [Read more...] about A Peak in Provence: Part 4
Sunday, June 24, 2012 I have an awful confession. I'm ready to kill the ducks. Every night there's some canard catastrophe outside my window where they all quack incessantly like car alarms. I have no idea what's … [Read more...] about A Peak in Provence: Part 5
Monday, June 25, 2012 After breakfast I hike into the hills behind town. I pass wildflowers and the occasional burro. The roads are steep and curvy but I get to see another part of this world, large houses … [Read more...] about A Peak in Provence: Part 6
For the first time I hold my own in a little shop, buying souvenirs. The man behind the counter is patient, and I sort of understand him as he sort of understands me. I know if I stayed longer, the language would begin to … [Read more...] about A Peak in Provence: Part 7
I've always had a dicey relationship with Christmas. In terms of life's pleasures, it's somewhere between magical fantasy and a triathlon. Dragging a full-grown tree in and out of my home each year, schlepping through endless … [Read more...] about I Flunked the Holiday House Tour
Both cops looked to be a few years younger than Susan, maybe in their mid-thirties. They stood on her doorstep. The taller one asked if her husband was home and when she said no, he produced a search warrant and asked if … [Read more...] about “Just One More Thing” (Second Place Winner, Summer Fiction Contest, Connecticut Muse Magazine, 2007)
My husband Randy and I have a mixed marriage. No, I’m not talking race, religion, or politics. But I am talking about a difference so pervasive, so challenging, so disturbing that at times we’ve wondered if our … [Read more...] about How Do I Survive my Mixed Marriage?
I have an idea for a new reality show like Survivor. It’s called Motherhood. In this show, the contestant must spend one week alone in a home with two children. There can be no school, babysitters, or help of any kind. … [Read more...] about “Survivor” Is for Sissies!