Happiness. It's relative.
This is exactly the first thing that came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning. Gray is a color. It’s not the memory of a color. Gray is the color of doves and steel. Gray is a long life’s memory. I must… Continue Reading “What I Know to be True: Gray is a Color”
New straw new year rake Birds fed flitting flapping caw Porch swept for sitting
My son gave me his cat. But it was more of a desperation thing than a considered gift. There’s a story attached to the giving or loaning or ‘please, can you take Herc for a while’ but the details aren’t important. The gist of… Continue Reading “The Perfect Gift can be Years in the Making”
I love serendipity as a word because it smells like flowers and butterflies and happenstance, but I love the word solivagant even more. I’ve never laid eyes on this word – solivagant – until it popped up in a prompt. So, I had to… Continue Reading “Hiking with Words”
[The prompt this week for my writing group is “I smell _____, and I am.” This is my go at it.] I smell bees. It is August. The grass in our yard is yellow, burned by the sun. Everything is dry, brittle. I… Continue Reading “I Smell Bees”
Not everyone is looking at you or judging you or thinking that you are anything other than what you actually are. People have their own lives. They are not spending their time dwelling on your shortcomings. Or wondering why your tennis shoes are cheap… Continue Reading “Not Everyone is Looking: Advice to My Teenage Self”
One of the things I love most about my life right now is that I pay someone else to clean my bathroom. The toilet. The grout. The shower door. Most of all, the shower door. I’ve stopped doing internet research on new clever, multi-ingredient… Continue Reading “Leeches, Bows, and the Shedding of Drudgery”
When it comes, if it comes, the twelfth time I put my car keys in the freezer, leave the house wearing a towel on my head, wonder what rain is made of, I hope it will be my daughter who tells me I have… Continue Reading “How I Hope It Happens”
Chaos is a strategy. It worked for my teenage kids. Everything everywhere all at once. Except back then, we’d say, “There’s always something.” Or “There’s no rest for the wicked.” So, here we are in Milwaukee. It’s pouring rain. This morning’s news told us… Continue Reading “Keeping Track is a Super Power”
I go downstairs and let the dogs out. I watch Durant take a giant leap off the back porch and run to the back fence. Tempest picks her way down the stairs as if she’s wearing heels and a pencil skirt. I make a… Continue Reading “Back Porch Meditation with Coffee and Dogs”
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