Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...

I dropped off Scott at the airport and took a deep breath.  I did some of that Oprah motivational talking to myself. For the first time, I became Captain Traci. “You can do this.  It’s going to be fine.” By noon, we...

“Huh,” Scott said more to himself than to me.  We were driving down the road.  Me, “What?”  Scott, “Nothing.”  Me, “Nope, more details please.”  Scott, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”  Me {snarky and a little demanding (not proud of that,...