My oversized husband is accustomed to people shouting at him on a regular basis: “Hey, you’re Sweetums!” He smiles and nods and then, I’m guessing, goes around the corner and hits his head against a wall. Kidding! He loves the name “Sweetums” … as far as I know. It has been the name I use… Continue reading Let’s vote: Does Sweetums need a new love handle?
I woke one day with my grandmother’s hands. The backs of my hands, once soft and smooth, were suddenly filled with veins that looked like a 3D road map and skin I could pinch into tiny flesh-colored tents. Now the pads of my fingers are perpetually puckered like the aftermath of a two-hour bubble bath… Continue reading I woke one day with my grandmother’s hands