I Don’t Believe in Signs, But I Do Believe My Vagina is Psychic
January 11, 2014
A train’s horn blares to the left of us. Erin and I look at the train tracks and see an SUV full of women driving on the tracks, with a train close behind them. They must have somehow made a wrong turn and ended up on the tracks. The passengers’ mouths are open and the driver has her hands over her eyes as the train’s horn booms.
The driver swerves off of the tracks, mows over some grass and bounces onto the road beside us. It’s obvious that, despite the near-death experience, every woman in the car is having the time of her life.
I hate them and love them simultaneously.
The women are all blonde, the oldest in her 50’s, the youngest in her 20’s. They are likely mothers, daughters, sisters. They’re headed where we are headed – to NJPAC, the New Jersey Performing Arts Center. At Erin’s insistence, we are going to see Theresa Caputo, the Long Island Medium, whose TLC show by the same name has made her a sensation.
I hate these women because they have each other. By the same logic, I love them fiercely.
I don’t know if my wife’s vagina is really psychic but I know that she is a beautiful writer. Her latest post…