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 occasion, been known to go commando… sans underoos. Never again. Tonight, I became a true...
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 were sitting in the breakdown lane on Highway 45 in Houston. By 1:00 pm...