by Sandy Lingo | May 1, 2020 |
Last night my normally fastidious husband tossed his coat on the bench, the bench that sits a mere three feet away from our coat closet. “Why didn’t you hang up your coat?” I asked. “I’ll just have to get it out of the closet tomorrow morning.” “By that reasoning, why...
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 | Feb 18, 2020 |
As I reached for the phone, I glanced at the clock. It was 5:00 AM. This can’t be good, I thought. “Hello?” I croaked. The answer was unintelligible screaming. I only made out one word: “Mooooom!” You know how kids make “Mom” a four-syllable word when they want...
by Sandy Lingo | Oct 14, 2019 |
For the week before I met Sheila, I’d seen Maasai women from a distance, tending to their children or plastering their homes with mud and dung. I had seen hundreds of tall, lean Maasai men walking by the side of Tanzanian roads. They wore the traditional red shuka and...
