Sometimes we surprise ourselves. Who would have thought that physical fatigue and mental acuity could coexist – comfortably? Or do we simply adjust to being tired as a way of life, and enjoy those times when our minds (or emotions) are humming along just fine no matter what? Like most parents, I’m tired. And for […]
Eggs. Baskets. Now what?
Here’s your task. You’re in a big room. It’s filled with the usual – chairs, tables, lamps, books. Your mission? Get from one side to the other and back again, carrying a dozen eggs, in or out of their carton. You have your choice of two baskets, along with bubble wrap and a few other […]
Endings, Beginnings, and Everything in Between
My propensity for nostalgia hits full swing in Autumn. October in particular seems to activate a melancholic side; the season’s fragile cusp between warmth and chill, between light and dark. I am moodier. I am reminded of endings. Then I give myself a good swift kick, and remember that for every ending, there is a […]
Chicken
I took a day off yesterday. More precisely, I took the afternoon and evening off. To flirt. It’s something I don’t do often enough. Flirtation is an art form, and it requires practice. Besides, I needed a taste of the outside world, its color and aroma, the adult world. I live the writer’s life, isolated […]
It’s Complicated
Give me more Meryl. Give us all more Meryl. Oh, I don’t mean it literally, though I’m enthralled watching Meryl Streep cast in any role. And thanks to cable television, I spent much of my wet weekend catching up on films I’d never seen in the theater. I thoroughly enjoyed the Oscar winning actress in […]
Can you be bought?
Everything has its price I’ve spent days, weeks really, maneuvering through objects and obstacles. In my little den. The jammed office. My bedroom, the living room, a wretched corner in the kitchen. I am looking. Taking silent inventory. Running numbers in my head. I toss aside the memories as best I can. Memories of marriage […]
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
Women Walking Away
When women turn their backs on each other, or what they need most.
Around, Around, Around We Go… Match Dot Com, You’re Awfully Slow.
The online dating merry-go-round. Oh, so slow…