My Little Humiliation

I drove our compact SUV down the mountain road last Friday evening. Keith and I hadn’t been out for days, due to the snow storm. But we’d accepted two back-to-back holiday party invitations and didn’t want to miss. For some reason, the mountain road hadn’t been...

Martha

For thirteen years, starting in the mid-80s, I drove a tan-brown four-door, standard transmission 1983 Nissan Maxima named Martha. She had leather seats, an automatic sunroof and state-of-the-art voice prompts. “Key is in the ignition,” she’d say. “Thank you, Martha,”...