Annalee

Annalee

Annalee was her name. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and she was forever saying strange things to me like, “You’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.”

Sedona: Thoughts from a Cranky Traveler

Sedona: Thoughts from a Cranky Traveler

By Melissa Kandel Travel, as the act of going from one place to another, is said not to be about reaching a particular destination but instead, about discovering a whole new state of mind. Or so I read on a bottle of that weird fizzy tea. I began my road

The Disappearing Act

The Disappearing Act

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor

HEREAFTER the subject of women’s underwear will not be treated in the letter-press of THE LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL. The editors have reached this conclusion for the following reasons: First, the changes in this part of a woman’s wardrobe are not either sufficient or material enough to justify extended chronicle. Second,

In The Bag

In The Bag

His skin was old and ashen. Not ashen like a cigarette but ashen like the scorched embers of a campfire that had been left burning too long. Nikolai was the exact opposite: A tan-skinned, lanky figure of twenty six, with sun-dipped curls in his hair and a bright rose to

Sincerely and With Feeling

Sincerely and With Feeling

As the black crow flies, so too does the luck of anyone brazen enough to steal from the Painted Desert for the sake of a vainglorious because I can. Such a creature of inordinate vanity cannot, by the laws of moonlight and the writs of sunshine, remain unpunished for very

Tuna Salad: Light, Easy, Delicious

Tuna Salad: Light, Easy, Delicious

It is not often in one’s life that a chance arises to espouse the many virtues of the illustrious tuna salad but as luck would have it, this blog post presents such an opportunity today. Underrated, under-appreciated, tuna salad has for too long been the last scrawny kid picked for softball; that sock at

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