I went the wrong way when I dropped my baby off at her new school this morning. I should have stayed in the right lane but at the last minute, I second guessed myself and veered in to the left lane. That was for student parking. Not student drop-off. Yes, my baby is going to...
Okay, so I’m not fat but I’m heavier now, by almost ten pounds, than I was a year ago. And I liked my weight a year ago. Really liked it.
But now my clothes are tight.
And I know what has happened.
In 1998, when I left Manhattan for suburban South Florida, I hadn't owned a car for 11 years. Didn't want one. Didn't need one. I had the subways and the buses, my own two feet and eventually, a boyfriend turned husband who had a beat-up Hyundai.
If you and I were out to dinner, and I repeatedly kicked you under the table with my clunky hard wedges, what would you think I was doing?
I went to my daughter’s 8th grade awards ceremony this morning. I was really proud that she was getting an award for maintaining a 3.5 GPA for the last three years.
I did something last weekend that I never, ever do. That goes against every bone in my body. (And no, it's not some Tantric sex thing.)
I arrived in a town without a hotel reservation for the weekend.
Ay Dios mio.
Or as my people would say: Oy vey.