Putting in Your Time

It’s sweet Saturday. Finally. I don’t know about you but I’ve had a long week. My house is a mess. My body exhausted. My chore list longer than my Christmas one. But something inside me breathes easier in this moment. Saturday’s clock dances...

Drop-Off Magic

“I will pick you up in a few minutes,” my mother yelled as I opened up the gate and skipped up the cracked sidewalk. I barely heard her words, much less cared. I was focused on the steps ahead that led to the door. The door that led to the house of love. I couldn’t...

The Optional Component

It was as if his eyes told the whole story. They seemed hollow, lifeless. He looked past you. Over you. Around you. Any place but at you, as if intentionally avoiding all human contact. Despite his uninviting manner, I attempted to reach him on more than one occasion....

My Non-Green Thumb

I should just give up and buy the fake ones. They do such a good job these days making them look real, substituting authenticity. But, I like the idea of having live plants, growing green things in my office. The organic exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide. Energy...

Me, The Saboteur

We all have a story. A place from which we arrived. Within this frame, we can trace and seek understanding as to why our life script has played out the way it has. Yes, somewhere it all makes sense. No one is crazy to themselves. Within our individual context, there...

Enjoying Life’s Plum

By most counts, I am still a young woman yet I can already tell you that I don’t like this aging thing. It sucks. My energy is no longer limitless. I don’t recognize my body in the mirror. Every day, simple things, frequently vacate my mind. In-style fashion...