There are four children in my family. I have two older sisters and a younger brother, making me the third of four kids in the birth order. And quite importantly in an old school Catholic family that exalts sons above daughters and considers sons more capable and skilled, I’m the youngest girl in my family. » Read more
I’m sure you’ve been there.
You’re driving down the highway, just trying to get where you’re trying to go. Staying in your own lane. Driving as safely as you can with both hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road…
When you come upon someone that’s driving like they’re a zombie who stole a car. » Read more
Which decision is more lethal?:
- Deciding to drive from Detroit to Chicago
- Having sex without a condom with a person whose HIV status is unknown
If you’re anything like most people, you will say that the second scenario is the riskier one. That risky sex poses more danger to you than a simple car trip from Detroit to Chicago. » Read more
It was something I was told a thousand times growing up. If you’re going to go out, leave a note.
By my mother when I was staying at my parents’ house. But not just her and not just there. Everywhere. At all the other places I stayed. Friends’ houses. With other relatives. » Read more
“Oh of course you’re gonna slow down now,” Justin says, shaking his head. He swears colorfully. So colorfully. It’s a veritable rainbow of profanity.
The driver in question has just committed a pet peeve of his — and of many other people. It’s a very familiar frustrating situation: Another driver is going rather slow on the highway. » Read more
“I wanted to ask you for a favor, if you don’t mind,” he says.
“What’s that?” I say.
“I need to pick up my car tomorrow,” he says.
“And you want to know if I can drive the other car home,” I say.
“Yes,” he says.” “Well, » Read more
I’m putting away groceries when I glance at the list I so helpfully left on the fridge.
Shit, I forgot to pick up salt.
You can’t cook anything without salt. It’s the oxygen of cooking. Or is that oxygen itself? My metaphors are a lot like my knife cuts. » Read more