• Letter to my minivan

    Dear Wheels, Life without you is not the same. You recall we used to shuttle the kids back and forth (man, do they miss you!) and sit in traffic all day and you would listen silently as…

  • She gives us names

    Way back in college, I was the proud owner of a ten-speed bike just like this one except mine was red and black. I named it Scorch! Scorch and I had lots of adventures, lots of tumbles.…

  • Cleaning the oil slick on my driveway

    So I drove over a rock masquerading as a harmless ball of newspaper and it ripped a hole in my engine oil tank and caused a major oil slick on my driveway. Can you believe that? As…