I started reading essays by Erma Bombeck ten years ago, by the glow of my daughters’ nightlight during a particularly difficult time in our lives. We were moving back to Cincinnati after our overseas assignment in Italy and living with my parents, since we had sold our house the previous year. What I had imagined to be a very romantic and adventurous experience just outside … Continue reading I Was Forty-Five at the Time
Right out of college I worked at small, marketing research company in Northern Kentucky. It was all women, three of whom smoked actual cigarettes and had real ashtrays at the their desks, in an office they shared with all of us, like an all female version of Mad Men. Aside from the second-hand smoke, it was an interesting job that I really enjoyed. But despite … Continue reading A Full-Circle Moment.