Monthly Archives: January 2011

The work day is like being on the set of Lara Croft Tomb Raider. The action is diverse, non-stop and reactionary. Survival and the yen to make a difference are uneasy allies in my body, mind and soul.   It’s … Continue reading →

PARTE QUART I magically steer the car like “The Stig” from “Top Gear” through six sets of traffic lights before I hit the highway. Saying the mantra, “Green light, green light, green light, amber light, amber light, amber light,” really … Continue reading →

I drop Victor off at the corner. I don’t have a time machine but he does have twenty minutes to walk to school. After a tirade of complaints about fairness and the cold, I say, “You’re a Sportsman or so … Continue reading →

PARTE DEUX Yes, Freddie has Rock Star Syndrome. He plays Electric Bass in a Wannabe Band – sometimes Jazz, sometimes Heavy Metal. Translation: late nights followed by mega-sleep-ins on weekends. Somehow on week days, it doesn’t gel well with early … Continue reading →

PREMIERE It’s almost 4 am on the clock radio, Adam, my husband snores and grunts on the other side of our king-size bed. I roll over and deftly pinch his nostrils together. One, two, three, four, five. . .He gasps … Continue reading →