Today I had my annual eye exam, the least intrusive of all check-ups. (Yes, I rank them). But even this once benign routine has turned high-tech and threatening. What used to be a quick look to see if I need stronger … [Read more...] about Is Anyone Else Afraid of Doctors?
I’m not a good flier. In fact, I'm a horrible flier, jumpy and easily spooked. So when the weather map showed a huge blizzard arriving the morning we were leaving for Mexico, I panicked. Would our plane take off? And if … [Read more...] about Mexican Diary: Goodbye Nemo, Hello Cancun
Our guide Alphonso leads friends Cynthia, Lisa and I through the cool, shady Mexican jungle. On either side mangrove trees look impenetrable with their dense, knotted roots. I now understand the need for … [Read more...] about Mexican Diary: After So Many Centuries, the Mayans Still Beguile
Mexico’s full of long, mysterious dirt roads and this rutted byway is no exception. Iguanas cross lazily and we have to wait for them like we do geese back home. Finally we arrive at a clearing and beyond that is Xpu-Ha … [Read more...] about Mexican Diary: Farewell to Paradise
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 relationship … [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!
At the start of each soccer season I take the same vow. I will cheerfully bring my child to every practice. I will cheerfully attend every game, no matter how early, no matter how cold and drizzly, no matter how much I’d … [Read more...] about Confessions of a Soccer Mom (Published in “Easton Courier,” December 1999)