When my nearly adolescent children were cute little babies, strangers seemed drawn to rub my children's fuzzy heads and squeeze their little cheeks. I could understand the impulse; my children were cuddle magnets. But I would fight through my nice-girl tendencies, turn my body slightly so my child was out of reach, and tell the stranger that I preferred to ask… Continue reading Trust, power, and coercion
I've got a job interview. This is a secret, so don't tell anyone. Some people keep job interviews secret because they don't want their current employer to know they're actively looking. If they get the job, they'll let people know, but until then...shhh! If I get the job, I'll let people know, but I've got… Continue reading Resume Gap
So he went to sleep. He slept for a long time. When he woke up he was refreshed and rested. from Caps for Sale told by Esphyr Slobodkina I don't remember the last time I woke up feeling refreshed and rested. After sleep I feel groggy and sour-mouthed, my muscles creaky and my joints stiff and… Continue reading Earning the Rest
As I approach the intersection, the light changes from green to yellow, and I have a moment in which to make a decision: Stop or keep going? If I stop, I know that the person behind me is going to be irritated because the person behind me always wants me to go through the yellow… Continue reading Green, Yellow, Red
"Tonight's Meeting of Unlikely Heroes will now come to order. I'm Bob." "Hi, Bob," came a sparse chorus of voices from the circle. There were twenty rusty-legged chairs in the circle, less than half of which were occupied. "I see a lot of new faces tonight, so, welcome," continued Bob. "We have coffee and pastries over on the… Continue reading The Meeting of Unlikely Heroes
All of my partner's and my stuff was written on paper, by hand in pen and sometimes pencil. But what about young people now who have so much on the Internet from so early on? It's not just a mom cleaning out her attic who'll find this stuff, but anyone with a smartphone.
I walk to the neighbor's house in the morning. The dog wolfs down the kibble I scoop into her bowl and then she's at the door, whining and looking over her shoulder at me. I let her out thinking she needs to use the facilities, but she just stands on the other side of the door,… Continue reading The ups and downs of dog walking
Which leads to the thing I don't like about my neighbors being out of town: carrying poop with me around the neighborhood.
Green eyes, curly brown hair, freckles, lopsided smile. He was in sixth grade; I was in third grade. The grown-ups named it a crush. Said I was "sweet on him." All I knew was that I wanted to go outside every time I looked out the window and saw him kicking his soccer ball or mowing his… Continue reading First Crush