If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.
That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love. I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with … Continue reading How to survive a hurricane
What would you bring if you had to evacuate? Would it fit in one yellow crate? I think you would be surprised to discover that it would.
Sure am glad I didn't dawdle getting to the airport and while running late accidentally park my rental car in the wrong return lane and be told I have to go inside to fix it, only to find out that no I need to go back outside to get a slip from the very chatty car … Continue reading Final boarding call.
Are you waiting for Bernie? Hillary? Kamala? Cory? The alt-left? (WHAT IS THIS AND I THINK I AM A PART OF IT MAYBE??)
Are you waiting for the mid-terms? Are you waiting for the tax returns? Are you waiting for an anointed leader-of-the-people to magically emerge?
I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There's something about the holidays that just leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. I am sure I am alone in this. I am sure no other flawed, imperfect human struggles this time of year! Let me tell you … Continue reading Welcome to Humans Anonymous!
Outside the mourning doves are cooing. Inside the house, my daughter is declaring the toast to be too toasty (and her highness is requesting less-toasty toast please!). There is a low whine in the background -- the sound of a broken toilet that won't stop running and that my mediocre plumbing skills are not capable … Continue reading Saturday Morning
The biggest realization with my cleanse? That there are certain positive behaviors I regularly engage in that rely upon other actions (say, brewing a cup of coffee...) that when missing from my routine creates CHAOS. It turns out that coffee is the gear in our household machinery that, when absent, causes the whole enterprise to … Continue reading Coffee, a Love Story
This is not a blog post. It looks like a blog post but it isn't really one. It is me sitting down attempting to write even though I am tired and grumpy and everyone in my house is either grumpy or sick. My only hope to turn things around are pumpkins. How I love them. … Continue reading This Is Not A Blog Post