Finding your inner Italian sports car

It began so uninspiringly, in the dentist’s chair. He had just adjusted a crown for me, as I’d been having some jaw pain. “I think we were just a millimeter or so off on your bite, but that’s enough to cause the pain,” he said. He joked that my then husband was built like a…

Vroom vroom

I am not supposed to admit this. It will only lead to disapproving stares, however thinly veiled, at my local grocery or on the school sporting fields. I enjoy an admiring male stare, the rev of an engine as it passes by, an appreciative sideways glance. In my conservative town, an admission such as this…