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Let’s Dance!

“Absolutely not”, he said, shooting me down. I found myself pleading. “But I REALLY want to go,” I said, with that whiney intonation reserved for irritating/ desperate people, one I’m sure I employed as a teenager. My husband gave me the stern look.“ You will be twice...

A Pervasive Fog

“…Then you mix three parts of copper in, no wait, actually two parts copper, one part silver…..” our instructor shook her head a little as she tried to retrieve the information. This particular instructor was teaching us metalsmithing; she was something of a local...

The Power of Red!

I complimented a woman at the gym on her hair. “Thank you!” She tittered. “It takes time, but so does my body. I have to come here EVERY DAY if I want to maintain. I mean, that’s all it is now, at our age.” Wait, was I her age? “It’s constant. The second you stop, the...

The Sex Talk

Weary parents filed into the library, eschewing responsibilities of soccer night or book club in order to find out what exactly our kids would be hearing over the next few days. They were going to have the “sex talk”, not by us, but in a packaged and appropriately...

Twas the Eve of St. Butt-crack

“Mom, Santa is real, right?” My daughter asked me imploringly, looking up with wide eyes. These things always happen at inopportune moments. Lying, that is. “Of course he is, “I smiled convincingly, putting bagels into the grocery cart and hoping I was pulling it off....