How to Answer a Telephone, & Other Lost Arts

Todd and I both have iPhones. Before that, we both had plain old-fashioned cell phones. When we moved from our house in East Atlanta to our current home, we didn’t even bother plugging in a phone. We have a land line, but we just don’t use it. I have forgotten what it was like to […]

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Snowsuit Sound

Snow, even flurries, in Atlanta never fails to remind me of being a kid in Fairport, New York. We lived there for two years when I was in 2nd and 3rd grade. Seems like I spent all my time in the winter as a kid wearing a snowsuit and boots, sledding in the front yard, […]

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20th Reunion: My Personal Horror Show

If you are friends with me on Facebook, you may have noticed a bunch of photographs of me and some other old drunk people. You see, I spent Saturday night at my 20-year high school reunion. It was weird, surreal, fun, sweet, bittersweet, comforting, strange, and hilarious all at once. If i had to describe […]

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Seven

My baby is seven today. SEVEN. When you were six, I could still think, I have babies. The baby is gone now. I look at you now, and remember what you were like as a baby, a toddler, a preschooler. But he is seven now, and seven is no longer baby. This has been a […]

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A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part III

Continued from A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part II. . . I got a flat north of Nashville. So, when my tire blew out, and my sister was right in front of me, she didn’t happen to see me swerve across three lanes of traffic and into the emergency lane. She just looked […]

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A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part II

Continued from A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part I . . . Have you ever been to East St. Louis? I hadn’t either. First of all, it’s not in St. Louis, which is in Missouri. (I smart.) It’s in Illinois. I am so serious. (You know you didn’t know that either.) Secondly, all […]

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A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls

It was the summer of 1998. I can still remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was pre-Todd, pre-Rollie and Tiller, Pre-Quint and Simon, and Scully. Hard to imagine that now. My sister was my best friend. No one else even came close, except maybe that boy. We were parting ways. He was […]

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We Don’t Smell Other People’s Bottoms

I overhear Rollie telling Tiller “Smell my finger.” Having been friends with more boys than girls along the way, all sorts of alarms went off in my head, backed by a “Master of Puppets” soundtrack. (‘m looking at you. You know who you are. Coming out of your girlfriend’s house, when you went in to […]

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The Gulf

I watched my children play in the sand while a storm came in, never quite reached us, but left us a rainbow that spanned the trees and the beach and gulf, all the way to the horizon. I listened as my children discussed whether the pot of gold was in the forest or in the […]

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