Lauren Hammack

I Confess

As If My Facebook And Pinterest Addictions Weren’t Productivity-Crippling Enough, I’ve Developed Voyeuristic Fondness For The Secret App, an antisocial repository of confessions from anonymous posters about every imaginable subject. No subject on Secret is off-limits, which fuels my intrigue…

We Need to Talk

DEAR FACEBOOK, We’ve been together many years now and, by and large, it’s been a fairly pleasant relationship. I can still remember when our love was new. I spent almost all my waking hours with you. During the separations with…

Three Magic Words

IT WAS A "SPECIAL DAY," ACCORDING TO GIUSEPPE, the tour guide on the ferry from Sorrento to Capri. “Special” because the water was unusually choppy, despite the otherwise stunning  weather during a recent visit to Italy’s Amalfi Coast. Everyone should…

The Road to Tranquility

FOR THE SECOND TIME, I’ve signed up to participate in a 21-day Meditation Challenge with Deepak Chopra, the renowned Hindu Indian-American author, physician and all things “one-with-spirit” master. The first time I did the Meditation Challenge, I lasted about 10…

The Special Case

I'VE SPENT AN UNREASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME in the past few weeks lingering among the school supplies section of SuperTarget – not for the typical reasons of stockpiling classroom provisions or picking up last-minute locker décor for my kids –…

Mission Impossumble

For city dwellers, my family has had more than its share of unwelcome encounters with wildlife. It’s not that we don’t appreciate nature’s creatures, big and small; we simply prefer creatures upon which we can put sparkly collars. All others…

Mother of the Year

JUDGE IF YOU MUST, BUT MY FAMILY HAS BEEN TAKEN IN BY "HERE COMES HONEY BOO BOO," TLC’s 60-minute train wreck. In one episode, Honey Boo Boo’s mother, June, prepares “sketti” for the rest of her brood, making sketti sauce…

Rules of the Road

Think of how many times you’ve seen this: a woman, along in her years, driving with her husband as the passenger. I’ve seen this arrangement thousands of times and until lately, I’ve never really given it much thought. Maybe they’ve…

Read 'Em and Weep

Everyone knows Necco – the Massachusetts-based New England Confectionery Company – by its famous Valentine candy, Sweethearts. The iconic-but-chalky heart-shaped candies are the original confections of affection, each stamped with sugary sentiments of love. Are these sentiments exactly what you…

Bicentennial Boy

I’ve been spending my post-holiday weeks licking some fresh psychological wounds, dished out by several people – most of whom share my last name and all of whom share my DNA. Thanksgiving had all the makings of a typical holiday…

Give Thanks

Before stuffing our faces with the bounty on the Thanksgiving table this month, I’d like to take a (pre-tryptophan-impaired) mental inventory of all those things that merit giving thanks for in the first place. First, we’re celebrating Thanksgiving because we’ve…

A Prologue to Facebook Downsizing

…and why I have to de-friend you, although we’ve never met in real life.   Since coming to grips with the idea that I can’t change the world, I’ve turned my irritable focus to my Facebook universe, which has combusted…

The Birthday Girl

September is my birthday month, and I’ve started noticing that it rolls around even more quickly than Christmas, which I’ve long contended comes by every 90 days. September, it seems, screeches up about every 60 days. This frighteningly fast recurrence…