I handed Paul the knife and reflected sadly that we were not getting off to a good start. I woke up early Sunday morning — the day of our...

I open one eye and look at the clock.  Four-thirty a.m. Time for the day to begin.  I sit up, decide it is too cold, and slide back under...

My skirt was coming adrift — but at least I was sitting down.  How could I get up, though, without losing some crucial parts of my...