I’ve gotten to that place in my job where the announcer on the subway sounds like she’s mocking the stop I get off…
I was walking my family’s 15-year-old dog, Cassie, at my parent’s vacation house in a retirement community in Florida. It’s the type of place that’s so exquisitely manicured, it makes you forget that you’re…
“You know, Kathryn,” my dad said after I lost a tennis match because I “didn’t move to the ball” for the hundredth time. “You have a personality type that makes people want to punch you in the face.”
I used to hate wearing glasses. Ever since I first needed them at the age of six, I’d feed them to our…