Many moons ago, when I was the mother of three young children, my husband (now ex) said, “Let’s remodel the kitchen. I stupidly agreed, not realizing that I would be the one to suffer through six weeks of no kitchen sink and six weeks of feeding my family with no way to cook anything except… Continue reading The Flying Hammer and the Cleaning Lady
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Sally’s Downward Dog Disaster
The first Women’s March was the next day. Sally went to her friend, Lisa’s, to make a poster for the march. Several women showed up, ready to drink some wine and to think of clever sayings for their signs. Sally already had her slogan: No Uterus – No Opinion. Lisa’s cute little rescue dog, Yogi,… Continue reading Sally’s Downward Dog Disaster
No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
Today’s the day I am supposed to resolve to do better, work harder, exercise more, and eat clean. Guess what? I learned long ago to do things in baby steps. It takes twenty-one days to form a new habit. Sometimes I can do it if I don’t think too hard about it. Like yogurt. I… Continue reading No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
One Night, Seventeen Babies
When our daughter came out, covered in dark hair just like her dad, the nurse slapped an i.d. tag on her tiny little foot. For some reason I reached over to read it.
One Night, Seventeen Babies
When our daughter came out, covered in dark hair just like her dad, the nurse slapped an i.d. tag on her tiny little foot. For some reason I reached over to read it.
Two Days in Paradise
What could be better than a handy woman who can saw, paint, clean, and fix anything? And she comes down to your house with her daughter, and you get a surrogate grandchild for the weekend? What if your handy woman is strong enough to move couches and love seats from one room to another, and… Continue reading Two Days in Paradise
Do You Want a Cookie, Little Girl?
She ran a personal ad in the Contra Costa Times: Single white female looking for single Asian man. Her two previous boyfriends had been Asian. James called and left a message with his phone number on a Friday night. The next morning Pam checked her phone messages. She liked his voice as she listened to… Continue reading Do You Want a Cookie, Little Girl?
