by Sandy Lingo | May 8, 2020 |
Maybe it was because I had just dyed my hair for the second time while in captivity. Or maybe it was because I had just squeezed the last squoze out of the toothpaste tube I had opened on the first day of the quarantine. Just maybe it was because we had let the house...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 17, 2020 |
“I wonder why one candle is dripping more than the other,” wondered my husband “I wonder if those Adirondack chairs are plastic or wood?” “I wonder why they didn’t tear down this building/paint this wall/put on a new doorknob, and where exactly does the...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 13, 2020 |
It was 2:45 AM on Thursday, March 12. (Is it even possible that, as I am writing this, it was just four weeks ago? The world is a different place.) Rick was sound asleep in our daughter Allison’s guest room in Oslo, Norway. But I was wide awake beside him. We had...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 7, 2020 |
I probably should have been stockpiling face masks, latex gloves, toilet paper, and bourbon, but instead I was combing the CVS aisles for hair dye. I grabbed two boxes of Loreal, because I’m “worth it,” as their advertising slogan proclaims. That was 24 days ago....
by Sandy Lingo | Mar 13, 2020 |
It’s an expression: “I couldn’t give it away.” That summer day in 2007, I couldn’t give our encyclopedia set away. The kids had moved out, and now we were moving out, trading the big five-bedroom house for 1200 square feet in a city high rise. There would be no room...
by Sandy Lingo | Mar 7, 2020 |
We were at a beautiful resort in Cancun, and I was furious with my husband, Rick. Based on my vast experience as a married woman, I can say with some assurance that it’s no less miserable to be in that angry space at the beach than in your laundry room or at the...
