What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

Mariel* led me along the dank back alley to her family’s home—a maze of carefully placed cardboard boxes secured with chicken wire. Really? Seriously? I stooped to almost a crawl to wedge inside the tunnel that led to a “two-story” living area. Marissa, a Filipino...

Tired Out?

I can still hear that HISS-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S from my back tire. Rats! At least I discovered the deflating tire in my garage and not along some back-road adventure. There’s always a silver lining, right? Fortunately, I have AAA and my automotive place specializes in...
A Cure for the Grrrrrrrr-umbles

A Cure for the Grrrrrrrr-umbles

I found myself cursing the chilling air early this morning while walking my dog. Grrrrrrrrr . . . I mumbled, feeling the brisk air assault my exposed face. Sweatshirt, heavier jacket, ear band, mittens—I was layered up against the crisp weather, but not prepared for...