Somehow in my mind, tattoos and piercings are linked. And the tattoo talk has been so interesting! Plenty of celebrities have jumped on the tattooing and piercing bandwagon. So how about some follow-up questions to those who indulge or enjoy this practice? Tattoo and piercing link? I would love to know: Those of you who […]
Bad news, a martini, a moment
The voice startled him. “I have bad news,” he said. This, in the wake of the recent loss of his sister, and a friend, and another battling a life-threatening illness. He must have felt his entire body stiffen at those words, though they were uttered by a waiter in a family restaurant, on the first […]
Tattoos – Hot or Not?
The trend in tattoos has been in full swing for some time now. And the topic of tattooed mamas (and tattooed ta-tas) has come up lately in the neighborhood of several blogs I frequent. I’ve had a bug up my you-know-what over this for years. Can someone explain the appeal to me? I don’t understand […]
Family photos reveal changing dynamics
He was walking out the door with a red silk tie bound around his forehead, as his curls poked out from under a baseball cap and a brightly colored beanie – complete with propeller. As for the rest of him – let’s just say – I burst out laughing and reached for my nearby camera. […]
Flash Fire Sex: Are You in Love with Love?
Confusing sex with love…
Married Sex! (An Oxymoron?)
Furtive phone calls, marital manipulations, stats on sex in marriage.
Parenting from a peripheral planet
The thing is – we remember when they were completely dependent on us, and we were the center of their universe. That makes the shift to the periphery a struggle. For us, not them. A teenager’s world may be built on a foundation lovingly laid, brick by brick, by one parent, two parents, grandparents, aunts, […]
Blindsided, Lopsided: Can We Ever See Clearly?
Looking at ourselves through our own eyes. Looking at ourselves from the outside in.
Bread Crumbs, Stale Crusts, Potions: I Don’t Talk About My Ex
They aren’t lies, exactly – the things I say to my children about their father. I don’t talk about my ex much – not with them, and certainly not here except obliquely. Yet you may sense him in the background. An occasional presence, a haze, a storm brewing. You
“You’re trouble,” he said.
“You’re trouble,” he said. I didn’t know the gentleman, but he’s right. Yes, I am. It was a brief exchange, yesterday – just a moment with no names – but filled with the fleeting flutter of engagement, and a little smile, the kind that lasts through long days, lightening them so they become more manageable. […]