What do you get when you combine 200 miles of Florida road, a hocked typewriter, a 1971 Pinto, sudden dashes à la Emily Dickinson, an unlit baseball field, a bicycle race, two broken hearts, and a whole lotta Bondo? Something highly combustible, of course.
Glancing at the clock, I finally interrupted the men around the conference table, who had been jabbering when we had important issues on the agenda. The meeting was at my firm’s office, and I was responsible for running a productive meeting.
“Okay, there will be enough time for all of that later. Let’s get down to business,” I said.
The men all turned to me and glared. They hushed, but they exchanged looks with one another as if to say “What a bitch.”
by Suzannah Gilman My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]
Leave it to a 7 year-old boy to explain to everyone how his parents had another baby after his mother had her tubes tied and his father had a vasectomy.
For “The Big Question” in their April issue, The Atlantic asks “Who is the greatest fictional character of all time?” Alec Baldwin brings all his sensitivity and intelligence to bear on this question by speaking for everyone, not just himself, and by recognizing a difference in the sexes. Gag.
Before that evening, I hoped that everyone would be stealing glances at me, wondering who I was. And they were. Not for the reason I thought they would, but I giggled to my fiancé. “They will all remember me tomorrow!” And I’m sure they did.
Be True to Your Sisters by Suzannah Gilman When my daughter was four and in pre-k she had an experience with female classmates being mean to each other and to her. At […]
by Suzannah Gilman A commercial shown last night during the Olympics made me sad. Children were shown riding the public bus and in other public places as well on the sofa at […]
by Suzannah Gilman The last thing I thought I would ever do is get romantically entangled with a man 25 years older than me. But here I am. I used to think […]
Pulitzer Prize-winner and former U.S. Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin resided in Warner, New Hampshire, on Pobiz Farm, where she took her morning nude swim for decades. Morning Swim by Maxine Kumin Into […]