Eighteen Septembers by Laura J. Oliver
September 6, 2026 No Comments
The first day of school. You had 18 of them, but let’s just talk about the final four because you still carry the body memory
The first day of school. You had 18 of them, but let’s just talk about the final four because you still carry the body memory
I had an epiphany standing in the grocery store the other day. I had just added the weekly allotment of cheap white wine to the
A trip always starts days before departure, with setting aside clothes to keep clean and making lists of what you can’t live without for a
That’s it — summer is over. School has started. There are no more happy, gritty trips to the beach. No more precious vacation days left.
This is the parable of three hired drivers, proving everyone who facilitates your journey is a story. Last weekend, I met a friend in California,
I loved anticipating the first day of school: new shoes, new notebooks, new pencils, and a pristine box of 64 still-pointy, and memorably aromatic crayons.
For Mother’s Day, I received tickets to see an internationally renowned psychic-comedian at the DC Improv Dinner Club. What totally charms me about this gift
Welcome to the longest, hottest, stinkiest summer on record! Mr. Sanders and I drove to Boone, North Carolina for a few days of cooler weather
I am going away in August, and for the first time, I’ve hired a dog sitter. I’ll have to clean out the fridge. Scrub three
Neither JT nor I have had any sleep when I come in for my training session at the gym late Friday afternoon. My deficit is