While many of you will sit around a table with family members on November 22nd, Ed and I will continue a tradition we began a few years ago. Here’s what we did last year: It was 92 degrees in Tucson that day. We sat at one of about a dozen…
“Ed brought me roses today for no reason,” I say, still feeling the warmth that spread through my chest when my husband handed me the bouquet earlier in the day. Donna rolls her eyes. “Which wine shall we order?” she asks, looking around the table. There are five of us…
This week I voted. In President Obama’s State of the Union address, he said, “We can restore an economy where everyone gets a fair shot, and everyone does their fair share, and everyone plays by the same set of rules.” In President Trump’s State of…
I sit in a large conference hall and look at those around me. Several hundred people are focused on the speaker, a professor from the esteemed Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She says, “And of course, there’s Rebecca West’s Black Lamb and Grey Falcon, a stellar exemplar of writing with authority.” The…
Clyde had blue eyes that sparkled, and his dimpled smile made me shiver. The only problem was that Clyde was in love with Diana, a pretty petite blonde who always wore perfectly matching skirts and blouses that were store bought from the States, not home-made like my clothes. I knew…
The air in the waiting room at the Bilbao International Airport pressed against us, dank and heavy. A greasy stench rose from a counter loaded with plastic containers of Spanish omelets. “Where are they?” I asked, looking around the room. In the far corner, a group of young men, all…