Loneliness is painful, but the shame we feel makes it worse.
Rampant Robotics – Helpful in a Pinch?
Find yourself turning into a robot? So much to do, it’s the only way to get by? These days we move at a frantic pace, hardly ever slowing down, much less allowing for the possibility of breaking down. Singles, couples, families, single parents – even our kids – we’re all running ourselves ragged with schedules […]
Time online: symptom, solution, or nothing new?
I’ve been thinking about recent discussion and comments concerning our kids’ online time. They text, chat, spend hours on Facebook. Frankly – who knows what they’re doing some of the time. And I’ve been considering the remarks that many of us have made about our own (possibly excessive) use of our communication tools and social […]
No power. No wi-fi. NO FUN!
Terrible storms throughout the night. The dog, circling and scratching. Then, the sound of an explosion, 4 or 5 a.m. Either a tree went through the roof (it happens in our neighborhood), or – more likely – the transformer two houses away blew. My alarm is on AAs; it went off at the usual time. […]
Women Walking Away
When women turn their backs on each other, or what they need most.
Sultry Saturday night… his or mine?
It’s a sultry, September Saturday, and evening is approaching. I’m… mmm… comment dire… in a certain mood… Wouldn’t it be lovely to slide into a steamy bath, linger awhile, then find a satiny underthing or two… How I’d like to take the time to regale in the feel of fine fabric against my skin, then, […]
Single Parenthood: How Do You REALLY Feel?
I’ve been a single mother for many years. Yet when asked, I define myself as a writer, a parent, a woman, a friend, an art advocate – and many other things. Make what you’d like of the sequence in that definition; but I claim my “single parenthood” fully. I have great pride in what I’ve […]
Moan, groan, the 16-zone…
It’s not an out-of-body experience, exactly. But I swear – REALLY – I can morph myself into a 16-year old. Sort of. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure you’re saying to yourself. A 16-year old boy? OK. I admit that’s more difficult, but I can remember what it was like to be that age. Besides, I have […]
Counting Shoes Instead of Sheep
Counting shoes instead of sheep, Damn, I wish that I could sleep! Too much on my weary mind – Single mother’s gag-me grind. Where the heck is that good booze? Higher proof for taller shoes! (Kiddo’s in his room in bed, I’ve got time for sipping red…) This, the week from hell, no doubt, While […]
Teens are tots with facial hair!
Teens are tots, with facial hair. We all know it. We just don’t say it aloud. Teens are tots, with facial hair. The proof? Erratic behavior, surly silences, and the ability to outsmart, outreason, outbefuddle and outlast even the most attentive and stoic of single parents. Why do I specify single parents? It’s not only […]