Stop. Freeze. Don’t move. Somewhere on your body, maybe someplace you cannot easily reach, you have an itch. NO! Don’t scratch it. You can’t. You won’t. Because you promised that you wouldn’t until sometime in the future and you don’t …
It’s a new year, time for a new word. But not just any word. My Word Of The Year (cue fireworks and inspirational music and dancers and please let’s not forget the hula-hooping llamas this year, m’kay?). For the last …
My friend Pamela has a phrase that so perfectly sums up what and how I’m feeling right now it’s as though she lives in my head. It’s… Hold that thought. Everyone should have a friend like Pamela. Though we live a thousand …
The most vulnerable place for a woman is flat on her back, wrapped in an ill-fitting paper gown, feet in stirrups, butt waving in the air. Oh sure, childbirth is maybe a BIT higher on the vulnerability chart, especially with …
It’s January 2nd. I can haz summer now? Please? The holidays are over, we’ve had our chance at a white Christmas, we’ve toasted the new year and critiqued the Rose Parade marching bands. The usefulness of winter is over. …
Oh Staycation, how I love thee. I love thee like an empty bladder and full tank of gas, like exhaustedly snoring children and a snappy Malbec, like a clean house and a clear calendar. I see you far too infrequently, but …
The hardest part of the day is when my brain slowly comes back online in the morning. It’s a slow and laborious process, hindered by the fact that during the boot up process I have to get a kid up and …
It has been years, years, since I wrote a Friday Fragments post. Just seemed appropriate today, given my current state of mind (holey) and body (exhausted). This weather, this January in November shit weather, is not doing much for my mind, …
I was in the car with the boys the other day when… Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle All the W…. STOP!!!!! No Christmas music in early November. Just no. And so, like other important discussions that must be had only …
I’m mellowing in my middle age. Last week I missed a day of NaBloPoMo and it only irked me a tiny bit. No guilt over it, no writing shame spiral, just oops and done. Today I’m thumb-typing this post between …
