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
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!
A few days ago, Riley, the rambunctious ten-year-old girl who lives next door, while playing at our house, came to stand at the open door of my bedroom. Her eyes wide, she asked me, as I sat at my makeup vanity readying myself for work, if the room was mine. When I told her yes, … Continue reading Unapologetically Immature
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?
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
With all good intentions, I haven’t posted jack in several days, leaving me feeling somewhat deflated as I fall asleep each night. When I began this crazy journey, my initial goal was to write and publish an entry every day. And while I’ve found fodder to be easy to come by as I roll down … Continue reading Eyeballin’ Authenticity
I’ve always found it odd when people wished me a happy 29th birthday, regardless of what year I was celebrating. Is that the optimum age, 29? Maybe for some. But I’d rather stick a fork in my eye and roll it around vigorously before plucking it out and eating it than time-hop - even metaphorically … Continue reading Inverse Fermentation
