I’ve said this before, but I think it bears (bares, in this case) repeating. Far too many people talk about pregnancy as if conception happens by spontaneous human combustion. She wasn’t using birth control. She got pregnant. It’s as if a he wasn’t even there. As a mother and a writer, I am confused by…
Category: Nancy Stearns Bercaw
Negotiating Flatware: Why Dinner at a Restaurant is So Unappetizing
I hate going out to dinner. There, I said it – and bolded it. Conversely, I have always loved going out to breakfast and lunch. I’ve finally decided to decipher this discrepancy and offer up a formal defense of my last-meal-of-the-day loathing. Being on the verge of 50 gives me free rein to eschew when and where I am…
My New Favorite Drink
Maybe, just maybe, I’m getting better. I hesitate to go further than a maybe because the last two times I openly declared “I’m feeling better,” I threw up a few hours later. Whether those scenarios were related to drinking too much (prior to March 28) or giving up drinking (after March 28) or having hypothyroidism for…