by Rachel Gladstone | May 5, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
Recently I posted an ad on Craigslist, looking for a roommate. The prospect of having to share my charming Victorian house with a complete stranger was not something that particularly excited me, but my cash flow hadn’t exactly been flowing, and in this hated state of...
by Rachel Gladstone | Apr 11, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
I always look for it, no matter the weather or time of day. Cruising down the freeway, due West, I could be headed to Memphis if I had a mind, but instead I’ll be taking the next exit and driving another eight blocks home. As I put my blinker on to change lanes and...
by Rachel Gladstone | Mar 24, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
A few years back, the exterminator who lived down the street asked me out. I’d said hello to him on occasion, the way one does with neighbors in a passing sort of way. And then, one morning, while I was walking my enormous pair of dogs, he took a left turn from the...
by Rachel Gladstone | Mar 24, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
More than anything, I wish there was such a thing as The Tree Police because I would be their Captain. An elite squadron of tree-saving ninjas, we would fight to stop the builders that are taking down dozens and dozens of trees every day in this town. I’d be stylin’...
by Rachel Gladstone | Nov 27, 2019 | DivorcedMoms.com
The one thing most divorced women can agree on is that we have a need to be heard. After all, there was so little of that going on in our marriages. We want our friends and family to let us know, in no uncertain terms, that they are there to listen to us while we come...
