My son started preschool wearing glasses and a patch over one eye. Hoping to make the black plastic patch look jaunty and not so Halloween pirate, I covered it with red gingham. But it soon took cowboy boots to lend my three-year-old the courage to show up there day after day. One evening in […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
At my last workout at the gym in Santa Monica, my trainer introduced me to a new client, an entertainment lawyer in her midforties. “This here’s Melinda,” Jason said, “but don’t bother her getting to know her. She’s going off to be a nun.” “I am not!” I said, swatting Jason’s bicep. “I’m just going […]Continue Reading... No Comments.