Lori Duff Writes
I boarded the plane with the dread I always feel when required to sit next to strangers. Who will be next to me? Do they have the same hygiene standards as me? Do they have the same sense of personal space? Are they talkers? Not a fan of talkers. I’m on this plane to get…
As the school year winds down, we find ourselves joyfully celebrating our children’s successes and patiently celebrating the successes of the other children in their classes that we might or might not know. Yes, I’m talking about awards night, or, more to the point, awards nights, plural. Everything has an awards night. Each sports team,…
It isn’t terribly pleasant when a doctor has me open up my mouth and say ahh so she can get a peek at my throat. I have a tendency to gag on the tongue depressor, and I find myself worrying about the quality of my breath. But I’m not embarrassed. There’s nothing humiliating or even humbling…
If you want to feel old, mark the passing of a quarter century since you’ve accomplished something. Such was how I felt when I walked into the room of old people at my 25th college reunion and found out that they were my classmates. I was a teenager at the same time as these balding…
Why We Broke Up I picked up Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler for kind of strange reasons, but then that’s why I pick up most books. I was in a used book store, and it just looked different than the other books. Thicker. Heavier. When I literally picked it up, it weighed…