When I think of rituals, my brain goes right back to college. I, my friends, was a sorority girl. And…
Category: The Glass Wives
I’m near Chicago and Hurricane Sandy brought us one one much-windier-than-the-usual-windiness kind of day, while some of my friends and…
Spam means different things to different people. There is this kind of Spam: I don’t care for it, but doesn’t…
I live in a very small town. The official count on the official sign is officially 9200. It’s a family-oriented…
My biggest surprise during Surprise Week here at The Deb Ball was that I couldn’t think of anything to write. …
When my kids were little it was easy to make friends with other moms. When I was married it was…
Divorce is not a joke. Rarely is it funny. Except in the case of one of my best friends giving…
The inspiration for my forthcoming novel, The Glass Wives, can be summed up with a short question: What makes a…
If someone asks about my hobbies (which seems to have just happened right here), I’m not sure what to say.…
It’s a big deal to be a Deb, and here I am, confessing right out of the gate. Well, that’s…
