Along the street lined with neatly planned townhouses, an effervescent spirit zigzagged through the households at midday. Every person under the age of 8, including me, felt hackles rise up on the backs of our necks. A tinkling of chimes, a muffled cry. My eyes widened. “Ice Cream Boy!” I…
Skintight — Dinah Chong Watkins
Dinah is a columnist sending you the good word from sunny California. Diagnosed with scleroderma in 1996, she grapples (literally) with the condition. She likes piña coladas, long walks on the beach, and is counting on her husband’s 401K to provide all that.Explore More Columns
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