Not long ago I went to get a Brazilian wax. (For the uninitiated, imagine a bikini wax, but with no bikini.) There were a few truly eye-watering moments, but overall, I like the results (if not the process). But as I was lying there on the waxing table, legs akimbo, I...
If I could turn back time and alter the roll of the genetic dice that gave me the BRCA1 mutation — never experience agonies of fear waiting for biopsy results, not face the wrenching decision to give up my breasts and ovaries, endure 22 hours of surgeries, months of...
The bold lettering on the envelope was unmistakeable. I had been summoned. For jury duty. The call has come a number of times over the years, but this was, for a variety of reasons, the first time I ever had to actually report. I was alternately worried and intrigued....
His voice was deep, firm, insistent. “Dé vuelta a la izquierda.” I turned left. I could only obey and trust him to guide me to the end… and hope my sick obsession was never discovered. It started innocently enough with the gift of a GPS — something I didn’t even...
We may only be halfway through September, but already October beckons, along with thoughts of the beery excesses of Oktoberfest. With that in mind, I took myself to a local tavern — in the interest of research, mind you! I definitely needed a refresher course. It’s...
It seems like every interest group wants its own Bill of Rights these days — Airline passengers, Cruise Passengers, Online Privacy Advocates. A Postpartum Depression Bill of Rights was just proposed last week. All worthy causes, I’m sure. But there’s another group...
