Ideal Readers

Last Sunday afternoon, my friend Sarah and I sat across from each other in a booth at Fallston Seafood, eating salad and waiting for broiled crab cakes – our usual order. We’d already covered family, and Sarah, who writes the Noontimes, had updated me on the school...

West Side Story

I’m under ten years old, anticipating that magical double-digit landmark, and whirling around the living room in my pajamas, waving scarves and wrapping them around me. “I feel pretty, oh, so pretty,” I sing. On the stereo, my father plays the soundtrack of West Side...

Empathy Scripts

We are always interested in hearing from our customers. I am a Member Care e-mail advisor. I will be looking to resolve and assist you with your concern regarding your repair. We do apologize for all of the confusion regarding your repair appointment. I have sent a...

New Year’s Do-Over

Smells of gingerbread and sugar cookies no longer waft from kitchens. Sweaters with reindeer flying across their chests tuck away in bureau drawers. Red, green and white decorations return to boxes and bags stored under basement stairs. The Christmas holiday has...