Growing Up in a Marriage

Growing Up in a Marriage

Two hours married. So far so good. When I was a newly engaged 25 year old registering for wedding gifts, I chose two sets of champagne glasses – fancy crystal ones and the cheaper, boxed ones for everyday. Yes, you read that right. In my mind, we’d definitely need...
Double Identity (or How I Became Irish)

Double Identity (or How I Became Irish)

I am almost always called out of the line at airport security for a “random screening.” Statistically, it can’t be random. I suspect the fact that I’m traveling with a bunch of kids who don’t share my last name has something to do with it, as my stature and demeanor...

Crisis Concluded, But Not Averted

As published in The Rye Record on January 24, 2014  I’m pleased to announce that my midlife crisis has come to an uneventful conclusion. I have emerged untouched by an obscure tattoo, a tennis pro, or the leather seats of a new sports car. I didn’t even start...