It's the middle of August, and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his "man cave" to watch football. Whether it's college or the pros, Barry can't get enough. From now until the middle of February, I'll be a football widow, and he'll forget that I exist. Pre-season means Thursday night games of the new pro talent. The pigskin addict's chance to see if the top draft choices are worth the...

It's been eleven years since I earned my doctorate in English Literature from a prominent mid-western university. I moved to Boston when I accepted a professorship at Regis College to teach pre-seventeen hundred English Lit. I expected to be at Regis for three or four years. My expectations never came to pass, and four years ago, I received my tenure papers. I suppose a career at Regis is a distinct possibility. My profes...

I started working part-time at Andover Men's Shoes when I was in high school. When I graduated, I moved up to full time and, after several years, was promoted to store manager. The staff consists of a manager, his assistant, and a couple of part-timers for the busy seasons. When you work at Andover, you get used to working alone. Connie and I met a few weeks ago. She works at Elegant Touch, a fashionable ladies' clothing...