Good Karma, or the Wrath of God?

New England has been buried under twenty feet of snow for a few weeks now. Maybe that’s just my plow pile, or God’s way of saying “Stop speaking in those silly accents. I can’t understand you.” He’s frozen us in blocks of...

How I Get Out of Traffic Tickets and You Don’t

I was first generation that never sat at a counter at Woolworth’s. I never burned a bra. I didn’t need a bra but that’s beside the point. I wore mine dutifully with the other flat-chested girls who wouldn’t burn bras because we’d been liberated by our mothers. Girls...

Mysteries of the Universe

“Why do fancy ladies hate farms?” Declan asked. He woke up with this earth-shattering question on his mind. “I don’t know,” I said. “Seriously, Mom. Maybe they hate farms because they dress so nice and farms are dirty?” He...