When Dirk handed it to her, Joyce didn’t know whether to scream or cry.
“Happy Valentine’s,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face.
They’d only been dating two months, but both of them had felt a strong connection, a sense that this romance could lead to something more than kisses and cozy strolls along the Charles River.
But now, this: a soft warm fuzzy gray scarf. Joyce held it out with her index finger and thumb. Continue reading
“I’m telling you, these are the best doughnuts in town,” my Florida friend claims.
“You know I don’t like doughnuts,” I whine. We haven’t seen each other in several years. Once roomies in college, now decades later Sue lives in FL and I live a thousand miles away. Finally, I find a break from work to visit her for three days. And she wants me to drive with her to a new doughnut shop.
The day is stormy and cool, not what I expect from a Florida winter break. Sue drives slowly and rather erratically in her SUV.
“Um, are driving rules different here?” I ask, putting my foot on the imaginary break as she pulls a hard right into a parking lot. Continue reading
When the woman on the phone asks for a meeting, I envision a comfortable table, a set of four stiff-backed chairs, a pitcher of ice water with four to six glasses, and a smallish window where some gloomy ray of sunlight strains to show through dusty blinds.
In other words, a setting like most of the interviews I’ve endured these past six months. Continue reading
On one of my hold-my-breath-until-we-land flights a few months ago, I was the last passenger to enter the plane (my normal routine) and sat next to a nice-looking man who barely looked up.
But I looked him up and down, gauging how well the flight would go. Not garrulous, check. Not nervous, check. Not a drinker, check. All good to go. 
But as I placed my purse under my seat and opened my book, I took offense. Perhaps this man – mid-30s – dismissed me already for being one of those things: a talker or a nervous flier or worse, just an “older woman” who was – dismissible. Continue reading
Hello! My name is Meredith Powers, and I’ve been asked to introduce my author, Pamela Wight, to you.
Well, of course, many of you already know Pamela as the blogger of Roughwighting. But I know her more intimately – she created me.
But according to Pamela in her response in D. Wallace Peach’s post (in the Myths of the Mirror blog), I kind of created myself. Continue reading
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