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The great skate

I think the roller rink helped raise me. I got my first pair of skates around age 8 or 9, and I spent Friday nights at a rink for much of my adolescence in the… 

Getting blasted

I’m sick of getting blasted. Not by cocktails. Not by critics. Those are rough, too, but getting blasted by a sudden, blaring car horn while driving in heavy traffic is enough to spike my heart… 

Behind the cabinet door

It was our third or fourth date when I invited Tom to my not-so-glamorous rented condo. He had already cooked dinner for me, so I reciprocated with an invitation to my place. But I’m not… 

Dialing for dinosaurs

A rare thing happened over Labor Day weekend. After a 9-hour drive, all five people in my immediate family went to the same movie at the same time. Once your kids grow up and move… 

Not-so-itsy-bitsy spider

One spider? Normal. Two spiders? Concerning. Spider in the toilet? Now we’ve got a problem. In recent months, we’ve occasionally spotted a spider here and a spider there, but I didn’t get worried until the… 

You know what this room needs?

We just wanted a new color. Just paint. No big deal, right? ​But first we had to decide on a color — something lighter than the terrible taupe we’d come to dread over the past… 

A letter to the lady in charge

Dear Mother Nature, Normally, I wouldn’t question a single thing you do. I’m a big fan of your work. Starry skies? Awe-inspiring. Tropical waterfalls? Lovely. Trees of every shape and size? I’m a huge fan.… 

His and hers vacations

For the past few years, when Tom’s work takes him somewhere I’d like to see, I get my own plane ticket and tag along so we can be weekend tourists. The writing profession might never… 

When back-to-school requires packing tape

At our house, back-to-school looks like Moving Day. We’ve evolved from cute lunchboxes to U-Haul trailers. By my count, we’ve moved a kid to a dorm or apartment 12 times over the past seven years,… 

Dog days

Friends, it’s too hot to work. Too hot to even think about work. And since we’re sweating through the “dog days” of summer, I’m turning over my keyboard this week to an actual dog with…