Take my phone because breaking up is hard to do

Take my phone because breaking up is hard to do

I needed to end things with Mike. And Jake. Oh, and Cameron too, though he’s the least of my worries. Mike used to call all the time and I couldn’t refuse answering, telling myself when his number lit up my phone that it’s best to listen to what he has to say. I...
How to clean a Bloody Mary mess in flight

How to clean a Bloody Mary mess in flight

It’s a good thing that the woman in seat 8A listened to her neighbor back home and brought wet wipes in her carry-on. “You just never know when you might need them,” her neighbor had advised her. And as luck would have it, she did need them when the passenger in...
Motherhood of the stolen jeans

Motherhood of the stolen jeans

There was something oddly familiar about my 15-year-old daughter’s appearance when she left for school the other day. At first, I imagined it was the way her hair cascaded in golden waves over her shoulders that caused her to look like a younger version of me. I later...