Author: Trish

In the first few hours after I learned that my older sister Mary Kay died, I wondered how I would deal with a life where I couldn’t speak to her again. We lived hundreds...

I have a Tupperware problem. And by Tupperware, I mean Tupperware, not generic plastic storage containers. I mean the real stuff. The pieces with names: Fix ‘N Mix, Modular Mates, Bell Tumblers, Snack-Stors. Three...

Most people view Labor Day as the end of summer, but that never worked for me. In the olden days, buying school supplies marked the end of summer: the sharp smell of a sharpened...

Forty-three years ago yesterday, I awoke to the threat of rain on my wedding day. You can work your fingers to the bone planning for your special day, but there is always something that...

My husband is red/green colorblind. Intellectually I know this, but that genetic tic crops up in the most surprising ways. Jeff and I were sitting in the living room last week, happily cheering on...

My husband’s idea of a great vacation takes place before the actual vacation. Planning is the part he enjoys. Joy in hope is better than hope enjoyed, or some such thing. He misses the...

It’s my birthday! Yay, me! (People born under the astrological sign Leo have no problem celebrating themselves.) I hear some people lie about their age to make themselves feel younger. Or to convince others...