Zombie Apocalypse? Gen X Will Outlast You All. Here’s Why…

Generation X. The sandwich generation. The peanut-butter between the white WonderBread Boomer bottom and the organic flax-seed brioche Millenial top. Oh, we have our faults. I mean, the hairspray alone is likely responsible for a depleted chunk of ozone. Landfills are full of Jessica McLintock taffeta prom dresses, polyester blend, and lots of single rhinestone…

A Tale of Two Fourths

As a kid, I used to look up into an inky sky and watch fireworks explode over my neighborhood. This was the 70s. There were no town-funded displays, it was the family down the block whose Dad knew a guy who knew a guy. The backyards weren’t yet fenced off and  the street was one,…

A Disturbance in the Force

Back in October, when glass ceilings seemed shatter-able and not steeled, I was a judge for a Halloween costume contest. There was the expected assortment of ghouls and zombies, mummies and small, adorable witches in black, pointed hats. What was lacking were multitudes of frilly princesses in confectionary gowns all a-sparkle. I admit, I was…

To the Girls Who Shared Their Aqua Net With Me

For the past few summers, I’ve been getting together with a small group of friends from high school. Each year we seem to add a friend or two, like charms to a bracelet. And though it’s been nearly thirty years since we threw our mortar boards into a cloudy, June sky, it’s easy to slip back into a friendship…