Yep. I love Urban Dictionary. It suits me, despite the fact that its lingo is harder to master than a Slavic soumise. But I can live and learn, look and learn, listen and learn. And examine our political landscape with fresher (albeit irreverent) eyes six ways from Sunday. This morning, staring down a stack of […]
Admittedly, Tuesday…
Morning musing from an aching place.
Andy Warhol Loved Shoes
Andy Warhol loved shoes. Shaking awake. Scrambling to start: 80 miles to go, highway of stacked heels. Four hours to kill in platform slides, sliding back, into sleep. Home again, home again – words and shoes. Road trip, shoe trip, shoe tripping. Andy Warhol loved shoes. Drawings, paintings, screen prints, diamond dust on […]
Sex and the Single Parent: Too Much Sex or Not Enough?
Sex and the single parent. Is there such a thing as too much? As not enough? As the single mother of teenage sons, what message do I send if my love life is a revolving door? And what message do I send if there are no examples of casual dating, sexual contact, falling in love, […]
Living and Loving with Chronic Pain
If you live with chronic pain, the notion of “good days” and “bad days” is very different from your neighbor’s. It isn’t about missing a deadline at work, or the dry cleaner ruining your favorite suit. It begins with the morning A good day is one in which you can get up and move around […]
Word: Le mot juste ou juste un mot
It must be morning, somewhere. But not here. Where then? Where I am. Here. Now. This place. In your head ? Word. What? Word. You know – “you’re good, you’re fine.” WORD. What does that mean? I just told you. You’re good. You’re fine. Well said. Mais qu’est-ce que tu as ? T’as oublié tes medicaments, toi ? […]
Not quite an empty nest
It’s Sunday morning. Early. I can hear everything in this quiet. My fingers tapping on the keyboard. Squirrels scampering across the roof. My own thoughts, uninterrupted, except by the usual conflicting voices – the one that is telling me to breathe deeply and enjoy these moments. The others – nagging me to get to the […]
Chicken Soup
“He’s been in bed for two days,” says the older brother. “Doing what?” I ask. “Dunno,” is the reply. “Could you give me a few specifics? Any television or piano? Was he on the computer?” “Dunno,” his brother says again, as I open the door and look in. My younger son rolls his eyes toward […]
Traffic calming. $138 later, I’m not calm.
Just a few years back, in my leafy little burb, my pocket of proprietor’s paradise, near my 1400 square feet in desirable location-location-location, the proverbial “they” began a project. A “Traffic Calming Project.” Calming, I thought to myself. Traffic calming at that. It had to be a euphemism for something subterranean and a little less […]
The more things change, the more they stay the same… Huh?
I woke with the dog scratching at my door, as usual. Her needs first, then my own. Even before coffee. Rather like kids – their needs first. Those needs are initially physical, and also emotional. Needs that evolve. Becoming more affective, more instructive, more logistical. By the time we’re dealing with adolescence, things have shifted […]