Time flies like an arrow
Fruit flies like a banana
~ Groucho Marx


More Than One Way to Live a Life

First appeared in Mary Engelbreit’s Home Companion in October 2008

Six years my junior, the youngest of four kids, my little brother John was like the dot over the letter “i.” He was there, but not central to the dynamic of the ruling triumvirate formed by my sister, myself, and my first brother. John was there, handy if we needed something to roll down the back hill, but not really part of the action. The three of us elders, on the other hand, were each eighteen months apart, and years older than John.

The Perfect Fit

First appeared in WILL Radio: Sidetrack in August

It’s funny the kinds of things you take for granted when you have two legs. Like wearing high heels. Plenty of women complain about wearing them, but you can be sure most have at least a couple pairs in their closet. My 15-year-old daughter, on the other hand, has yearned all her life for high heels and never once owned a pair. That’s because she has an artificial leg, which, it turns out, can really cramp a good shoe fetish…

Early Morning Dancing Gets the Weekend off on the “Right Foot”

First appeared in Indy’s Child in January 2001

I admit I am not as much of a morning person as I used to be. And I admit that I am especially slow to wake up on the weekends. So some Saturdays, as I stumble for the kitchen and the first coffee of the day, the thought of a rousing dance to loud music doesn’t thrill me. Still when the kids call out, “Hey Mom! Come on, we’re giving a recital,” I totter to the living room (mug in hand) because I know in moments I’ll be captivated.

The Tooth Failure

First appeared in Mary Englebreit’s Home Companion in January 2001

Who can’t remember the thrill of putting a lost tooth under the pillow at bedtime and waking up the next day to some shiny new coins? So what happens if she gasp doesn’t come??!!

We found out recently when our six-year-old daughter lost a tooth and we forgot to exchange it for some coins before we went to bed. The next morning at dawn, my husband and I awoke to the sound of ripping paper and a heartbroken wail as our daughter tore open the envelope she’d carefully put under her pillow the night before.

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