Pining Poor

Dear Fellow Rock Creek Women Who Pine, I cut and pasted an email I sent a close friend today: “i got to church, feeling puny because i hadn’t really wanted to come.  i didn’t want to go last sunday either, and I didn’t.  i’ve realized over the last few nights that i haven’t been listening… Continue reading Pining Poor

Joy at Dawn

Do you ever feel torn two ways? It's like how I don't want to look at what's inside the Tupperware at the back of the fridge.  But once I brave it, I'm so relieved to start the task and be done with the judgment lurking in shadowy containers behind the non-expired hummus and pimento cheese. … Continue reading Joy at Dawn

The Second Chance

He had been seeing a little boy’s head floating above the door in the hotel room.  And they had flown in an airplane they piloted across the mountain to attend Sadie’s wedding in our backyard.  Both of these stories gave us something to chuckle about at the reception.  Grammy drives a respectable Buick, and there… Continue reading The Second Chance

Making Room

I sat at the gate, sweating, praying that the Uber driver coming would be female. It was muggy-hot, like the air needed a good rinsing, and I chugged my Smart Water. The sky had clouded up since I’d sat down, a few raindrops on the sidewalk were disappearing. We’d had a little mix up about… Continue reading Making Room