Scene: Small town North Carolina. A tranquil tree-lined street, lots of hills. DARLIN’, a young man about 30 years old, is striding purposefully, working up a sweat. RG, a young (stunningly gorgeous) woman of similar age, is half-walking, half-jogging to keep up. RG: So, phew, you feeling this like I am? DARLIN, blithely: Feeling what?…
Category: Like a Horse and Carriage
Throw Me a PFD
Anybody else drowning today? Nothing’s going right for our little family here lately. Work is a mess – I have spent the last three weeks frantic, heart racing, trying to do a million time-sensitive things. That’s what I get for saying I was starting to like it. Recruiting a new member of senior management, planning…
The Lies We Tell
When we returned from our honeymoon in mid March, my husband and I had amassed a fair collection of mini bottles of toiletries. He wanted to put all the shampoos in one Ziploc bag, the conditioners in another, lotions in another, etc. and then methodically use them all up. I called him a fool and…
The End of the Moon
Well folks, seeing as how we’ve been back in the rat race for 5? 6? weeks now, I guess it’s time to finish up the story of the ‘moon. Since I’ve forgotten most of the final day, alas, it should be short. In the morning of our final full day in sunny paradise, we decide…
The Unhappy Waiter and The Bioluminescence
Like everywhere on the islands, Saman Tree is a large open air restaurant. Ceiling fans spin lazily, and all tables face the spectacular view of the red ceramic-tiled terrace with gleaming blue-potted plants, the sparkling bay just beyond. I look at the menu and see why the chef tried to explain himself to us before – it’s badly typed, misspelled,…