Playing With Fire

A summer downpour has made the freeways a mess, so I’m a bit late arriving at the vintage hotel. Dusk is falling, and the parking lot is packed. My cellphone rings, but I don’t recognize the number, so I send it to voicemail and proceed to squeeze my Prius in between a massive SUV and a puddle that could be the sixth Great Lake. Huge drops of water filter through the leaves and splatter onto the windshield as I collect my belongings. I take a deep breath and then dash beneath the lush oak trees toward the hotel lobby. I … Continue reading

Life’s Little Ups & Downs

Welcome to the 21st Century: No toothpaste, pocketknives, or snowglobes allowed.  (And beware the dreaded silk scarf.)  What am I talking about? TSA, of course. I like to travel, but I hate traveling to get there. It’s when I’m pushing a laptop, a raincoat, a pair of shoes, an iPad, an empty computer shoulder bag, a sweater, a silk scarf (“you have to take that off, too”), a ziplock baggy containing tiny bottles, a corkscrew (no blade), and a carry-on (now mostly empty) one-by-one through an x-ray machine that I find traveling to be particularly painful. And that’s not the worst of it. Because I refuse … Continue reading