Browsing Tag

car

  • What’s that Smell?

    The smell was so bad he was embarrassed to take friends to lunch. My husband drove a burgundy Saturn in the early days of our marriage. And it stunk. For a male, a little…

    Jul 28
  • When Friends Betray You

    If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…

    Apr 22
  • When Friends Betray You

    If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…

    Apr 22
  • Don’t Play with Matches

    “I can’t find the thing,” I spat into the phone. “Which thing?” my husband questioned me. “The thing. The thing! The thing that tightens the car seat!” My patience thin, I shouted into the…

    Jan 12
  • You Were Made For This

    I pulled up to the stop sign not far from my neighborhood. Music floated through the car like fog – not loud enough to be truly heard, but not quite soft enough to equate…

    May 10