I can’t get it together to write a post. I’m overwhelmed. I need to go running, do 25 loads of laundry, sweep the gobs of cat hair off my stairs, buy two more linen napkins and a can of red spray paint to paint the thistle I clipped for my Christmas urns. (Do I need to… Read More I love you and I hate you.
My daughter chose the winner for the “Bittersweet” giveaway. If you commented below, I put your name in a hat. She stirred the names around and pulled out… Kathy! Hooray! What’s fun is that I know Kathy — well sort of, in a blogger way. She writes about her on-going battle with fibromyalgia at The… Read More And the winner is…
I’ve been asked to write a book review. Me. Asked. And yes, I know enough about marketing to know the difference between literary criticism and social media tactics. Still, it’s exciting to be a tactic. Before I begin talking about the book, let me tell you upfront: it’s a Christian/inspirational book. I tell you this because… Read More Book Review: Bittersweet
One down. Two more to go. I love this time of year. I can dink around in holiday minutia — like sewing a glitter cat on a leotard or rearranging spooky votives — and totally avoid facing more important issues. I don’t even need to procrastinate. I have too many meaningless things to do. I’m scurrying around — unfinished, sleepy and… Read More Halloween: Well Done
Last week I finally got on a plane and went to visit my brother and his wife in San Francisco. Ten years ago I had grounded myself with (conveniently cited) budget constraints and a rabid fear of flying. This trip was big. My mom went with me. Actually, the whole thing was her idea. Before surgery on her shoulder,… Read More The Middle Place
Thursday: Went to make healthy granola bars for my girls. Came home and realized I forgot the oats. Made chocolate chip cookies instead. Ate six of them. Friday morning: Ate four more. Friday evening: Mojitos seemed harmless. I’d just have one — and a few of the cheesey, fried appetizers and dip. Dip made me thirsty, had another mojito. Mojito… Read More Denial
* I woke up early this morning worried about my blogging friends. Even though I’ve been absent, I think of you guys. So I got out of bed at the crack to check blogs and see w’assup. My husband was all, “what are YOU doing up?” A summer sighting before 9am is concerning to him —… Read More Bits and Pieces
Dear Readers (i.e. Dear Mom), It’s been a while, I know. I feel obliged to give you an excuse — I’ve been busy (sorta), I’ve been in a funk (only on odd days), I’ve been doing other exciting things (not even close). But I don’t have an excuse, I just haven’t been interested. Instead I’ve… Read More Okay, so…
My husband is a pig. I’m anal. It’s a happy marriage, but for these two facts. I can’t sit in a room if there’s a pair of socks on the floor. My husband can’t sit in a room without leaving his socks on the floor. It’s why we often watch TV in two separate… Read More Getting Dirty
Recently I’ve become addicted to NPR’s “This I believe” essays. I love them. Each little essay takes five minutes to read and is packed with hope, clarity and gorgeous writing. Consider a few recent titles: “How to Refill an Empty Life”, “Tomorrow will be a better day”, “The Making of a Poem.” They’re so pretty,… Read More This I Believe?
Small Town. Small Times. 