And then watched as the fib spiraled out of control. I started off newlywed life on the wrong foot, as it were, by telling an innocent lie. If there is such a thing. My first[…]
You’re going to do that to my son at the eighth-grade dance? Seriously? When Lola, a veritable 13-year-old fille fatale (think: highlighted, long hair; large, black faux reading glasses; cropped T-shirt; short shorts, etc.) chose[…]
The state of women’s rights in America—exacerbated by the results of the presidential election—recalls a science-fiction scenario, from Ray Bradbury’s, 1951, “The Other Foot.” This masterpiece, of eighteen short stories contained within the award-winning “Illustrated[…]
American Women. Their Stories. Their Resistance. The despot is perched in his tower, threatening democracy with every tweet. Vultures of big business occupy his cabinet seats, while empty-headed puppets tie the Senate to a string.[…]
My husband had a heart attack in Singapore, and I got on a plane without telling our son. My most recent piece, featured in the NYT.
By the luck of the draw and, perhaps, by the grace of God, too, I don’t have a teenage abortion to whisper about, let alone shout. If I did, I secretly wonder if I would[…]
I confess: I’m Catholic curious. Sort of. I’ve always been fascinated–and, admittedly, frightened–by this notion that Catholics can slip behind a closet door, confess any kind of sin, from the monumental to the mundane; and,[…]
“Tennis is never about tennis, Kerrie,” my tennis coach said. “It’s about people dealing with their issues… lots of issues.” We both laughed — but that was before I wrote myself onto a reality-television show[…]
Promotional materials written for the sale of a multi-million dollar home on Bainbridge Island, WA, “Eagle Harbor`s Hidden Resort”
When I told friends and family that I was participating in a sanctioned triathlon, in Kirkland, WA., at Carillon Point, the number one question asked, was: “Why?” As featured in The Huffington Post.