Airport Nightmares

I will admit to being scared – I am acutely frightened these days of my status as an immigrant but in truth, I have felt this way since childhood. When I was six, my mother took her two daughters from our home in Scotland to meet our ship captain father in Alabama. We flew into a […]

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Good Enough

I’ve had many opportunities to think about perfectionism lately. Being from a family of overachievers, I struggled with it from toddlerhood. I keep thinking I have it in the bag but … not so true. I remember mimicking other teenagers when I first immigrated to America. The stress to fit in was so great, I […]

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Express to Crazyland

Two weekends ago, the red oil pressure light flashed on in my Fiat, a Barbie Doll of a car. Trying to get the car off a major avenue swarming with traffic before it stopped. The car said, “Arrivederci.” Too late. Ugh. I rolled to a stop fighting the urge to push the car into an intersection […]

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Avenue of the Pickles

I have been thinking a little, okay a lot, about love lately. Who gets love? According to Janis Ian, “Love is meant for beauty queens/and high school girls with clear skinned smiles” … well that knocks me out of the picture. I’m not even close to young with wrinkles and acne. My smile is lopsided. Why […]

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