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Columns & Collected Essays
That’s Not Athlete’s Foot
I don’t know about your family, but in mine, we like to use sayings. Sayings are efficient. They cut through the specific and hit on...
Nov 25, 2011
The Same Me, Only Better
I want to live on Nantucket. Let me qualify that: part of me wants to live there. The artsy, romantic, writerly side of me is drawn to...
Sep 30, 2011
Born this Way
When my husband, Brett, and I first fell in love, we were really in love. You know what I mean: madly, blindly, passionately, blah,...
Jun 27, 2011
You Win Some, You Lose Some
I’m off to another charity benefit. Want to join me? Here’s the deal. It’s a Saturday night. I’ve blown my hair dry so that it looks...
Nov 26, 2010
The Girl Who Played with Fire
“I don’t know how this could have happened,” I sighed. “Strange,” my husband, Brett, agreed. “A mystery.” We were holding between us my...
Oct 1, 2010
Silence of the Iberian Ham
A few weeks ago, I wrote an article about two Type A–ish people (namely me and my husband, Brett,) traveling abroad and trying to strike...
Jul 23, 2010
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