“It’s rusting underneath,” my mechanic said recently after changing the oil and rotating the tires on my 1991 Camry. “I’d say you have a year, but I wouldn’t push it to two.” My ex and I bought the car used from a Cincinnati area dealer in 1998 after I’d been rear-
Category: Life in the 50s
Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…
The first time I went to church on Ash Wednesday was 2006, when a group of us from work walked to a DC parish that pretty much shovels people in and shovels them out on “Ash and Dash” day. I don’t have a strong memory of that first time a priest crossed my forehead with ashes. What I… Continue reading Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…
Only Connect: Writer to Writer
It was cold last Friday as I came up the Metro escalator. I was debating about working out at my apartment building gym vs. going home to change and then going outside again and
Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving
I’m fresh back from a delightful reunion with some West Coast relatives. The people, young and old, were warm and welcoming; the place we stayed beautiful; the scenery gorgeous; the conversation deep and silly by turns. I hadn’t seen one of my cousins in more than forty years, and was struck by how much we had… Continue reading Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving