The View From the Bottom Bunk

Today my second born, my baby boy, my fidgety ninja tornado of a son, turns six. Our whirlwind philosopher, our witty dervish, our baby who wasn’t supposed to be. What was scheduled to be our final cycle of fertility treatment, the last hurrah, our last-ditch effort to expand our family, had been canceled for medical reasons….

Cigarettes and Alcohol: A Memoir

Smoking is a nasty, deadly habit.  Cigarette smoke reeks, it penetrates your clothes and catches in the ends of your hair.  You can taste the singe of smoke on your tongue, feel the burn in your mouth.  Cigarettes stain your teeth, they stain your fingers, leave you with small holes in everything and make your…

Dear 23 Year-Old Me

43 seems like a really long time away, doesn’t it? It’s not. Just when things start to get interesting, life has a funny way of speeding up on you.  But don’t worry.  Things turn out pretty good.  Better than good, actually.  Nothing like you expected, but one of the great things about being older is…

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…