I sighed, found a calculator and punched in some numbers. “Good thing you’re so good looking,” I said as I showed him the total. “If we kiss 20 times a day, it will take us 109.6 years to reach one million.” “OK,” he said, undeterred. “How about 50 kisses a day?” I typed in the…
Frank’s Super Pump After illness forced my father, Frank, into early retirement, our kidney-shaped pool became his occupation, hobby, religion and full-time source of financial ruin. He skimmed it. Shocked it. Tested it. Discussed chlorine like a man briefing NASA. When the pump broke, a large “Super Pump” arrived. My mother stared at it, saying,…
In return, the men were unexpectedly kind. I had heard so many horror stories about the emotional capacity of the male species, but these guys told me I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. They shared with me their most treacherous heartbreaks, sent me their breakup albums, warned me which movies to avoid. They…
