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Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

“You didn’t call.”                                                     “I’m sorry,” I said. I felt bad, like I was talking to a boy in high school rather than the owner of my daughters’ overnight camp. We were standing at the buses. I’d walked over to Gabe to say hello, as I always do. But unlike the previous five years, our arrival this year[more]
Belle of the Ball

Belle of the Ball

I’d wanted a four square ball, one of the thick red rubber balls that kids use to play street games like kick the can and, as the name implies, four square. I already had the smooth kind, the wrong kind (my mother was the queen of getting me the wrong kind). I wanted the kind with grooves, the real kind that real sportsman had since I was a real sportsman. I was the only girl on a street full of[more]
This Is Me, Off the Books

This Is Me, Off the Books

I’m having a bad day. Another one. For starters, the coffee table I ordered came unassembled so its parts are scattered around my living room. The dog won’t stop barking at them. Also, due to recent surgery, I’m on my ninth day of wearing a bra, an underwire, 24/7, and on top of that, I need to find something for dinner tonight which can’t involve chicken or eggs, pasta or bread or dairy because my husband, my once overweight husband,[more]