The year 2002 was Grandma’s last Thanksgiving with us. To be clear, she lived for another decade after that, but 2002 marked the year she renounced the holiday…
Many mother-daughter bonds are forged on shopping trips, to the cadence of a credit card authorizing, of racks of hangers parting, of faint R&B music cascading through dressing rooms. My mother…
“Do you want to hear the specials of the day?” I had been following the waiter with my eyes, anticipating this moment. “Oh, sure,” I said, all casual, but…
My yoga pants were born on a blustery day in 2007, in a South Detroit factory. They were a low thread count, but the color of a robust…
I was late to Max’s birthday party. Like, really late. It remains a mystery how I came to be almost 2 hours overdue to a 2-hour-long event, but my…
Recently, I helped a friend craft her online dating profile. She took it seriously, carefully constructing the perfect responses to all the standard getting-to-know-you inquiries, while I peered…
Like all adult children whose hoarding parents suddenly decide to clean house, I received a box of my childhood artifacts to take home. I gave the box a…
Like attempting to thread your own eyebrows with dental floss, shopping for bras is a feminine rite of passage. Did you know that, according to Oprah, 85% of…
I’m the perfect candidate for your makeover show. First off, who nominated me? Was it my coworkers, tired of watching me throw a blazer over pajamas and call…
“Will this hurt?” I was terrified of the giant needle poised over my calf. The doctor pulled out the rest of her Hostel-like tools of trade. “You might…