It’s the Audrey Hepburn of rings, my mother’s wedding band. Classic. Elegant. Perfect. The very day she put it on in 1969 it looked antique; a simple setting of thin white gold securing a slanted row of tiny diamonds, like the seven dwarfs on a teeter totter. Originally it hooked together with the engagement ring but the notch loosened over time and made them separate — quite symbolic of the marriage itself; one would spin around her finger like Saturn while the other one stayed put like the sun. […]
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When my sister-in-law opted for a take-home testing kit instead of a full-blown colonoscopy, she persuaded her husband, my oldest brother, to drop off her sample at the clinic on his way to work.
He was happy to do it. Wouldn’t even need to recalculate his route.
Gingerly carrying the byproduct in its triple-sealed bag, he walked into the clinic thinking he’d hand it to the person at the front desk and be off.
But no one was there. […]
The likelihood of a family to have two children under the age of two has seemingly dwindled to near extinction.
And I’m not talking about having twins.
I’m talking about having one pregnancy, labor, delivery, recovery, and getting one baby through the newborn stage, and then returning to GO without collecting $200 and starting over… while continuing to care for the one-year-old because no matter how many times you show him, he still can’t manage to make his own PB&J or select the correct rinse cycle on the washing machine. […]
We were hurtling down a back country road where the ditches drop as far down as the Grand Canyon on each side of the black top. With my feet braced against the dashboard and a death grip on the door handle, I managed to pry open one eye just in time to see a jogger run past the car.
“Are you done now,” said my 15 ½-year-old daughter in the driver’s seat on her maiden voyage. […]
Housekeeping is not one of my gifts. I secretly fear the government will institute a rating system like they do for restaurants. I can imagine a huge sign on my front door announcing a grade of “D” to all that enter.
I always, however, make an effort to clean before vacation. Why? Because if I die on the trip, I want everyone that comes through the house to think, “Wow! She was an amazing housekeeper. […]