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Entering my house through the back door, I quickly climb the stairs to the second floor. I run through the living room and into the kitchen, stopping at the sink to rinse the remnants of the protein shake from my water bottle. I wipe my wet hands on my shorts, glance at the clock and... Continue Reading →
Rushing to meet my sister and my brother-in-law at a local bar, I blindly dig through my handbag, my fingers searching for my tiny coin purse, the familiar soft leather and metal clasp. Way down deep I find it. I quickly feed the meter and then run between the slow moving cars. It’s a Tuesday... Continue Reading →
I am not a fan of New Year's Eve. I never have been. Over the years I've participated in every type of New Year's celebration, dinner parties and dancing, family nights, a couple trips to Vegas. I can only think of a few times that met my expectations, and probably because I didn't have any. With that in mind, I decided weeks ago . .... Continue Reading →
I have a tendency to be very hard on myself, hyper critical and unforgiving, particularly when it comes to failed relationships. I don’t cut myself one bit of slack and will generally take full responsibility for the demise of my attempts at together forever or a possible happily ever after. In some cases the blame... Continue Reading →
Growing up I always knew I wanted to be a teacher. I loved everything about school, reading, math, music, friendships, and lunch time socializing. I was fortunate, for the most part, learning came easy for me. And when it wasn't easy, I had good teachers who helped me. I had many favorite teachers over the years. I admired... Continue Reading →
I wanted to title this post I'm sick of being grateful. . . or . . . The Universe is stupid. If you follow my blog you know that this month I'm highlighting gratitude, acknowledging life's little gifts and giving thanks. It's been a good exercise for me, adding positivity and happiness one day at a time. But recent days have been full of sad... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to feel grateful today . . . but I can do it. Morning news arrived via Facebook, an emergency, an arrest, a desperate message, a cry for help. My son continues to be consumed with his addiction. I want this to be his rock bottom so badly, but I don’t get to choose.... Continue Reading →
Truth . . . I am an incurable romantic. I love all things ridiculously sappy. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight, happy endings, and love that lasts forever. I used to be a closet romantic. Being a child of the 70s, the era of I am Woman, hear me roar, I felt slightly embarrassed... Continue Reading →
1978 . . .In the very early hours on Friday of the Labor day weekend, I am approaching twenty-two long hours of labor. I am exhausted and somewhat delirious. The doctor examines me and sighs, "If you don't have this baby by 2:00, you're having a Cesarean." At 2:17 am, without surgery, my son arrives, all 9 pounds and 2 ounces. And just... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 