Gurgle, gurgle, groannnn. The laxative-laced Gatorade had offered an insistent though delayed effect, kickstarting the thematic soundtrack of gastrointestinal clicks, groans and glugs that would accompany my positional changes for the next four days. This evening’s guttural performance was punctuated by the soundless stickiness of pajamas on skin made tacky by the antiseptic-wipe birdbath the…

Fwoosh. I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up or fall over, but the sound of the train cars passing overhead at 4-minute intervals was making my head swim. Wisps of hair escaping from my unruly ponytail were just enough to breach the “Must be this tall to ride” mark, though if there…

It all started on a Thursday. I knew it would take the greater part of Friday to mix the dough and wait for multiple proofing periods before baking the bread in preparation for Sabbath lunch, so I decided Thursday was the day I’d finally clean the oven.  The Kenmore gas range/oven had become my emblem…