I can ruminate with the best of ’em, question beliefs, rant vigorously, and meticulously indulge in reminiscence. It comes in waves. Sometimes effortlessly, ofttimes taking its sweet time, and every now and then… writers block swoops in. It is a real thing. Like a really real thing. Ideas of what to write about typically just
BRAIN DUMP: writer’s block and fartleks Read More »
The other day I got to thinking about words consisting of just four little letters. I came up with many, and then some, words that are pleasing to the ear. Words like: hope and home, baby, hero, kind, dear, idea, epic, love, soul…. all imparting warm fuzzies and admiration. Likewise, it only takes a quartet
THE WEIGHT OF ONE MEASLY FOUR-LETTER WORD Read More »
Once upon a time I was a social butterfly. Flitting here and there with friends, dancing until the disco played Donna Summer’s Last Dance and hosting gatherings where I made all the food in what was then my teeny tiny kitchen. Now it appears I have become a happy hermit. Dancing till dawn? Hahahaha. Gatherings? Ish.
I once flirted with the idea of minimalism. One bowl. One vase. One carefully curated doodad. I lasted approximately one day. Okay, fine, maybe ONE hour. Turns out, I can’t live like that. It’s like asking a painter to only use one color – and that’s no fun. My home screams “personality,” and by personality,
DECLUTTERING? NEVER HEARD OF HER Read More »
BAM!… without warning… a blistery HOT sensation made its way from the pit of my stomach, looped through my ribcage, and soared up through my chest. I was seeing RED. Like, BLAZING, fire engine RED. And as I recall, it was unrestrained, unmitigated and irrational. Did it stop there? Not a chance. With uncompromising effort, it shimmied
Have you ever felt personally betrayed by the nutrition label printed on food packaging? Well I have. And, oh boy, is it ever a complicated relationship… mostly because it lies to me. It’s both deceptive and wildly optimistic. Look at, I mean REALLY scrutinize the bits and pieces written on all those bags and boxes
FOOD LABELS ARE MY ARCH-NEMESIS Read More »
When Helen Reddy sang, “I Am Woman Hear Me Roar” back in 1972, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that it registered more like a catchy tune than the powerful anthem it was. Perhaps it was my teenage preoccupation with securing a Saturday night date, but the women’s movement was barely a blip on my
UNSUNG HEROES OF A FEMINIST AWAKENING Read More »
LET THEM. If this phrase does not ring a bell, then you have clearly been avoiding social media… which, frankly, makes you a much healthier and wiser person than I. I, on the other hand, try to disconnect, hiding my phone in my closet or intentionally leaving it downstairs – when I am upstairs –
WHEN ‘LET THEM’ MEETS MY KITCHEN COUNTER Read More »
I like to think of our bodies as blank canvases. Ever evolving into artistic masterpieces. What a lovely way to think. Right? Such kindness and compassion toward our bodies. C’mon, you must admit our outers and innards are indeed amazing, as in, “you are beautiful inside and out”. On the other hand, might this “ever-evolving
SPOTTED, DOTTED, POLKA-DOTTED Read More »
Dearest 2024: as you are drawing to a close it would be ungracious of me not to let you know how keenly aware I am of your desperate attempts to turn things around these past twelve months. The joy was so close, but there was a whole lot of drama-la. Now it’ll be in the
GLITTER MAY BE OUR ONLY OPTION Read More »
