I was six years old the first time I got busted for skipping. My mom—my sweet, exhausted mother—was unaware that I was hiding in the way-back of the station wagon after she dropped her half dozen kids at a church activity. The next time I skipped, I was twelve, and didn't want to tell my … Continue reading Playin’ Hooky & Pursuing Know-How
Turns out? At 53, I can still fuck up my life. In fact, it wasn't difficult to do—not even a little. One choice, one stupid choice, and my life shifted entirely. And I can't blame anyone at all but myself, which sucks balls. Taking the time to assess things while forgiving myself concurrently ain't exactly … Continue reading Well, That Was Stupid
I'll say upfront that I'm healthy as a horse, depending on the horse, and also what a weird saying that is, anyway. That is to say that I'm all good, and according to my recent bloodwork, even better than that. Short the pending results from my boob smashing session as well as the upcoming tube-up-the-pooper, … Continue reading Death Becomes Her
If Michael's craft store was any indicator, every holiday post the fourth of July began at that very time. Commercialism abound, once the American flag was outsold or packed away? You could be sure a cornucopia filled with summer squash could be found as easily as a glow-in-the-dark skeleton or a floppy red Santa hat. … Continue reading Happy Hallothanksmas!
It's been eleven years and three months since I entered the world of the single life after more than twenty years of marriage. In that time, for the bigger part, I've been happily on my own as I come to know myself. And in finding that person, that "new" me? I've done some running around. … Continue reading WTF is Home, Anyway?
About two months ago, after living among the mountains and Mormons for a year, I returned to my friend Amy's house, my very familiar ever-home in Portland. Back to living with another one of my besties. Back to a menagerie of animals (three dogs, four cats, six kittens and eight chickens). Back to long daily … Continue reading Mental Health Break: My Grippy Socks Vacation
Today? I got some bad news. And for the first time in several months, I cried. Okay, okay, that? Is an outright lie. I’ve cried more like 13,742 times in the same timeframe. The difference, however, is that not one single time out of all those mascara-running, red-cheeked, snot-nosed moments were my tears flowing out … Continue reading Well, This is a Cheesy Post
It always cracks me up when people suggest that I “must take care of myself” when I reveal my age. What does that even mean? It’s supposed to be a compliment, I’m aware, but I don’t jive well with it, and not just because it’s an awkward one in the first place. Sure, I take … Continue reading Bootlick This
Today, as I sat in the sun in my capri-length linen pants - my white legs giving my PNW background away - I bent to lather my lizardy stems with a bit of moisture. As I did, I noticed the long hair that I was certain was so light as to be invisible. Wrong. Earlier … Continue reading A Shameless Overshare
It’s been just over two weeks since I landed in San Diego, and I’m so grateful to have a space to stay with a pretty rad bestie as I figure out my life. We’ve had fun - staying up late, cooking delicious meals, and laughing like a couple of teenagers. And in all of this, … Continue reading Sittin’ Pretty… or Sittin’, Anyway
