Things I Learned the Hard Way from The Lobster Fest and The Connecticut Question by Deb Gail

After spending most of our thirties making babies, building my husband’s career, moving too many times, digging ourselves into and out of debt, exhausting our free time catching up or gearing up, all in a sleep-deprived daze, we woke up two years into our move to the Midwest to find my husband acutely homesick and me with a dusty, unsold novel and us with no social life to speak of….

Monday, September 10, 2007

What Did You Do Over Summer Vacation? by Deb Gail

It’s Labor Day and by the miracle of computer technology, you’re here and I’m not. And because you’ve been kind enough to take the time to read about me, I’d like to turn today’s blog over to you. Since it’s September and the topic this week is Teachers, I’m asking you the perennial first week back at school question, What Did You Do Over Summer Vacation? So while I sip…

Monday, September 3, 2007

Strapped in Front of MTV by Deb Gail

We were broke: our car stalling more often than it started, my husband’s tuition and textbook bills outpacing my teacher’s salary. So I marched into WNNE-TV, the local NBC affiliate in the ramshackle building behind the old Holiday Inn in White River Junction, Vermont, and told them I wanted to be an anchor. I’d been studying the local anchors for weeks and I thought, how hard could it be? Someone…

Monday, August 27, 2007

Another One Bites the Dust by Deb Gail

In my younger and more gullible years, I was a correspondent for The Valley News in New Hampshire. This was the year before I got married and my husband was in his first year of medical school and I was also teaching high school in a town next door to the town where people claimed J.D. Salinger lived. Everyone was always saying they saw J.D., but I actually did once,…

Monday, August 20, 2007

Lost by Deb Gail

My two teen-aged daughters and I were training for a half marathon when the family took a trip to Italy in June. It was hot, every day hovering around a humid 90. And in Siena, the narrow cobblestone streets were filled with the omnipresent smell of freshly cured meat and speeding Vespa drivers talking on cell phones and listening to iPods. Conditions so far from ideal for running that I’m…

Monday, August 13, 2007

Skinny Kate Hudson and Cowboy Boots and “Gladys” and Mindfulness by Deb Gail

I write this the day before my birthday and three days before my wedding anniversary and two days before my third follow-up to my breast surgery a year and a half ago. My friend who very altruistically had an affair for me (because my diagnosis made her realize life is short and pleasure is well, pleasurable, and she thought we deserved to experience more pleasure), calls from… let’s say Boise…

Monday, August 6, 2007