The Streaker and the Missionary

When we lived in Indiana—waaaay back during the Cretaceous Period when my husband was in graduate school and I was a marketing rep for WordPerfect Corporation—we sublet our basement to LDS missionaries. The people before us had had an open door policy and let the...

My Invisibility Cloak

I was invisible once. For a long time. And I couldn’t figure out how I got that way. I noticed it first when I moved back to the States from Germany, and the ward I was in for the first five months never bothered to learn my name. For five months the young women in...

Help Me Do The Very Best My Neighbor Can Do

When I create my world, chocolate will be dietetic, the seasons will be: 3 months of fall, 4 months of spring, 1 month of winter (December), and 4 months of enough money to travel around the world and hit whatever season I want. Also, there will be no PMS, men will...

Hey! Who Shifted My Paradigm?

Ahhh. I love a good old comfy paradigm, don ?t you? The way it just slips right over your shoulders, warming the cockles of your heart, sending waves of familiarity and validation up to your brain. It ?s like a big ol ? mug of hot chocolate with a scoop of mint...