Any sense of guilt for being self indulgent. Blanket statement. Justifying wine with bubbles. Feeling the need to try to explain anything to anyone committed to ignorance. Shame for being made happy by pretty clothes. Insecurity about my body. Trying to understand people who prefer being miserable to being happy. Believing that if I only … Continue reading 20 Things I’m leaving behind…
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Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…
...seems like the perfect smell to wake up to on the last day of what has been an excellent week. The aroma of last evening’s socially distanced, neighborhood bonfire lingered in a way that made me smile with satisfaction. It’s been such a good week.What makes a good week in my world? It’s funny because … Continue reading Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…
(Cauli)Flower Power
As a child, you would have been hard pressed to get me to eat cauliflower - especially with that funky mustard sauce my mother would put on it. It looked like brains to me and, obviously, I had enough of those already. But, as you might have predicted, that changed as I got older and … Continue reading (Cauli)Flower Power
The spectacle of Autumn
It’s the third week of October and I have yet to turn the heat on in my house. I came close one day recently, but I put on some cozy socks and added a flannel sheet to my bed and the moment passed. On this night, I’ve opened the window in my bedroom to sleep … Continue reading The spectacle of Autumn
Went to the gym. Took my dog.
The last time I exercised indoors was mid March. It was the final night the yoga studio I belong to was open. Until recently, that is. The atmosphere seemed more subdued than usual on that late afternoon, but I don’t believe anyone imagined not being able to step a bare foot in that space again … Continue reading Went to the gym. Took my dog.
Home. Again.
Jeter had his first walk yesterday afternoon following our return from Wellfleet. Upon stepping outside he looked absolutely crushed to discover that he was no longer pond side. Same, buddy. Same.Decades after my first annual trip to Cape Cod, I still drive home feeling incredibly melancholy. A funk settles on me, different from the one … Continue reading Home. Again.
Rainbows. Maybe even unicorns
I sat on the couch last evening, occupied by my keyboard and the changing sky outside my closed sliding glass doors to the deck. The dramatic rain had stopped and I noticed the late afternoon sky oddly becoming more light, rather than more dark, with the approach of evening. I stepped outside to look more intently … Continue reading Rainbows. Maybe even unicorns






