Fictitious Nonfiction

There is a scene in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, a book by celebrated writer John Berendt, where two lovers are having sex in a cemetery. Berendt describes the interlude in detail, even quoting the conversation of passersby whose sudden appearance startled the intertwined pair. The quotes are rather long, which got… Continue reading

No Sandwiches

There are a million, gazillion things you’re not supposed to eat when you’re pregnant. My boss, John, told me (emphatically) to stop drinking soy milk. Other people have raved against potato and macaroni salad from the deli. Online message boards and baby websites say to avoid hot dogs, hamburgers, soft cheeses, caffeine, green tea and… Continue reading

The $980 Cut

In fall of 2010, I got a statement showing $980 in charges for a doctor’s visit that lasted maybe 20 minutes. What? I thought. I read over the list of services rendered: $335 for “physician” $360 for “surgery” $150 for “physician” (again) $45 for “immunizations” $50 for “immunizations” $40 for “laboratory” Grand total: $980. It… Continue reading

Trash on the Moon

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve spent a lot of time fretting about problems with no good solution. My sister, Caroline, probably has painful memories of my tortured, nighttime monologues, during which I would drag her through a steady stream of unanswerable questions as we got ready for bed (we shared a room). Do… Continue reading