While I was shaking my fist at middle age and rambling on about poetry and peonies, here’s what really happened: Caroline had the flu, Elizabeth cried because we had to cancel her sleepover, and my husband was out-of-town. After the tequila, the chocolate-chip ice cream came out. After that, it’s all a blur. In the… Read More 44th Birthday Update
When I was in college, I had a summer job at a big (but not grand) hotel on Mackinac Island. I lived with a bunch of other waitresses in an apartment above a bike shop. We had incredible fun – making piles of money, sunbathing on the dock, and going out for gin and tonics.… Read More The Poetry of a Friendship
I don’t normally like to be alone. I’ve been that way as long as I can remember. It’s made for some whiny and desperate moments that made boyfriends run and girlfriends sigh. But as any mother knows, having kids changes everything. This weekend, my husband’s family was having a birthday party at a cottage two… Read More The Fastest Post I Have Ever Written Because I Have Other Things To Do
Yesterday I went to see the dermatologist. I have this suspicious mole-ish thing on my temple that I wanted checked out. It’s small, but I’m a fair-skinned blonde who spent decades laughing at the sun. Now in my forties, I take anything remotely mole-ish very seriously. After some routine questions from a kind, empathetic nurse,… Read More Why Else Would She Say That?
I caved. I deleted. The post I published yesterday is gone. Call me chicken, call me weak, but I realized that was her space…and this is mine. It relfects who I am. All my karmic dog-walking and weed-pulling don’t mean squat if I’m one of those people who talks about someone once she’s left the… Read More Delete, Rant, Release – Delete
Things are getting weird around me. At first there were a few isolated incidences, but enough of them have accumulated that I’m starting to notice a trend. I think something might be amuck. Consider a small sampling – At a birthday party, a mother from my daughter’s kindergarten class confided in me about her divorce.… Read More Could it Be?
I’m at the bookstore again. It’s a beautiful day outside and I’m inside, chewing pieces off a mega chocolate chunk cookie which will make me even fatter, but I don’t care because at this moment, I need a little pleasure. A little buzz. I’m hunched over my laptop in the Barnes and Noble Café forcing… Read More Clean House, Now What?
Small Town. Small Times. 