Monthly Archives: May 2017

My sisters and I used to wear each other’s clothing when we were teenagers. Occasionally, my brother was included. He was ten before he realized that tights weren’t the same as long underwear. The tradition of passing on clothes has continued, though unfortunately, Bill cannot be duped anymore. My sisters and I, like every woman,Continue reading “Sisterhood of the Traveling Mom Jeans”

My mother used to talk in tongues whenever I played the Beach Boys. She wasn’t speaking an ancient language. She was communicating with God in a very meditative way. And what she was saying was, ‘Man, I love this music.’ She said it during our road trips, and whenever we cut cotton for my babyTrekkerContinue reading “I Remember Mama”

When my husband and I got married, I started hemming his pants for him. To my surprise, he had one leg a half inch shorter than the other. I sewed everything accordingly. It was only when he saw a chiropractor about four years later that we realized he didn’t have to live that way. AfterContinue reading “Sometimes, When we Limp”