Enough, Already

My dentist tapped the ouchy spot to punctuate her statement:  “We need to replace that crown.  You’ve had it since 1999, and they usually only last 10 to 12 years.” And I thought, Oh, good.  Then this will be the last time I have to replace this crown. Yes, I would...

Pro-Life Birth in Norway: A Grandma’s Perspective

As I reached for the phone, I glanced at the clock.  It was 5:00 AM.  This can’t be good, I thought. “Hello?” I croaked. The answer was unintelligible screaming.  I only made out one word: “Mooooom!”  You know how kids make “Mom” a four-syllable word when they want...

How Should a House Smell?

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.” ~ Neil Gaiman, American Gods My husband tilted his head, trying to discern what the droning was.  It sounded like a plane taking off.  Or a paper...

I Danced With the Maasai in Africa

For the week before I met Sheila, I’d seen Maasai women from a distance, tending to their children or plastering their homes with mud and dung. I had seen hundreds of tall, lean Maasai men walking by the side of Tanzanian roads. They wore the traditional red shuka and...

My Grandma Name . . . and the winner is . . .

“I don’t know what my grandma name should be,” my friend Barb said to me over coffee years ago. Mind you, her daughter was only six months pregnant at that point, but Barb was about to be a grandma for the first time, and she was taking her new role seriously. “You...

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