Last week I chose potential spouses for my boys. Now for all I know, my sons will choose not to marry at all and they will be forced to look after me in my dottering senility. They may be gay, and I may end up with someone who will happily shoe shop with me. Or…
Tag: New York
Homeland Security
On the 11th of September, 2001, with thousands of other New Yorkers, I walked toward home along the Williamsburg Bridge. Amid the fear and confusion, the attempt to reconcile what was, as of that morning, the unimaginable, we marched; desperate for news, for answers, for information. Less than 2 miles away, plumes of what was…
Splitting Hairs
I used to change my hair, as the saying goes, as often as I changed my underwear. For almost a decade, I alternated between buzzing it to a grade 3 and wearing it long, with every awkward length in between. Pixie cut, long, bangs, layered, bobbed. Purple, multiple shades of red, black, and, for a…
The Mixed Up Chameleon
The other day my husband commented on how impressed he was that I ride my bike in the rain. “Well,” I said, “we’re in Denmark, that’s what you do here.” Dramatic pause. “I’m adaptable.” In fact, I’m so freakin’ adaptable that I’m practically a chameleon. Like walking, talking camouflage. Plonk me down and I’ll change…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 