Yelena stared at the wall and nurtured her rage. Om Shanti, Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Om... fifteen minutes every day. She refused to cut her hair, but clipped her nails to the quick. She was ordered to the shower... Read more →
I think all married people do this; at least that's what I tell myself. No matter how hard we try, we lose bits of ourselves over time. Commitment is a horribly abused word. As with the word, literally, it rarely... Read more →
Freshman Year - Fall Semester: Lesson Number One: these are not your siblings These are not your siblings. If you were lucky enough to grow up with a room of your own, that time is over. The room you share... Read more →
Elizabeth was six the year Lucia turned sixteen, and Florida was a furnace in August. Lucia asked only for the Magic Kingdom and given the year she'd had, we sucked it up. She chose the book bonking best friend as... Read more →
We migrated south from New England, down to the Badlands of Fairfield County. Technically still New England by virtue of the nearly invisible line separating it from Westchester County, New England it was not. I'd never stayed in any one... Read more →
Lawrence Fischman, again, I tell you, SHE DID NOT MEAN IT! You gotta let it go, Dude. Really. You think I did this to myself? Wait, don't tell me. Now you're going to blame one of the sister wives. Lawrence... Read more →
The name is a tossup: Craft or Artisan? And do I add Westchester to the name or leave it blameless and whole? Please weigh in afterward. This used to be a food blog. I'll stop there. I love banana bread.... Read more →
My Aunt Annie. Not so sure about this selfie business. Heather, I don't know how to do this. Yes you do. You're doing it right now. She was seventeen when I was born, and married at twenty; three and a... Read more →
The SSV Corwith Cramer at home at Woods Hole - Falmouth, MA The ship prefix, SSV can represent two distinctly different vessels. Could be, only I'm amused by this. SSV - Sailing School Vessel SSV - Submarine and Special Warfare... Read more →
The last 90 minutes of 2009 frizzled out while I was sleeping. When my contacts are fogged enough I'm stabbing myself with a needle every third stitch it's time to go to bed. I left the girls in front of... Read more →