August is a cruel, cruel month. It taunts and teases with little whip lashes of fall while still oozing forget-me-not notes of summer. For those of us who are adverse…
Tag: <span>summer</span>
If a pharmaceutical company found a way to synthetically reproduce whatever cocktail of hormones sparks the pregnancy nesting urge, I’d be one year-round happy, productive woman. And I’d have one…
When we were little, you could tell our personalities apart by our hair styles. Mine: long and straight from four years old until, well, now. Hers: Short today, long tomorrow.…
“And one does one do on the Fourteenth of July? Does one celebrate Bastille Day?” These are the opening lines from my favorite David Sedaris essay, “Jesus Shaves.” As a…
I have post-summer-camp-itis. It’s that dis-ease that settles in once sleep finally revisits your eyelids, your bags are unpacked, musty clothes shuttled to (but not necessarily back from) the laundry,…