Final west coast night

It has been a wild and incredible couple of weeks. My son and I have seen things we both always, yet never, imagined. I guess, maybe, life is like that - there are things you anticipate and others you can never expect. It seems all one can do is roll with it with as much … Continue reading Final west coast night

Shiny, happy people

“You’re glowing” they said. I’ve heard that a lot recently and I’ve even recognized it myself. My eyes look tired, yet excited. My smile feels easy and I’ve sincerely tried to master keeping my head (on) straight and directly face the camera lens. I just look kinda shiny, in a good way. My radiance, for … Continue reading Shiny, happy people

Things in Seattle (ish) that made me gasp

The cab driver who tried to charge me $26 for the briefest taxi ride I’ve ever taken. I balked and the price went down to $16.The price of groceries in the neighborhood where we stayed which is apparently a food desert. Butter was $6 a pound, individual cups of Chobani yogurt $1.79, and eggs for … Continue reading Things in Seattle (ish) that made me gasp

Seattle, Day 1

As I’ve told numerous people recently, “Yes, I’ve been to Seattle before, but the last time I visited I was pregnant with this one,” tipping my head towards the remarkably tall 16 y/o man child next to me. So, yes, it’s been awhile. We awoke, disappointingly, to solidly grey skies as if we couldn’t shake … Continue reading Seattle, Day 1

Who’s the new guy?

After a lifetime spent trying to avoid being banal, i.e. an undereducated restaurant worker after dropping out of high school, cyclical “victim” of poverty, stereotypical librarian, I’m afraid I’ve found myself perpetuating the cliché of “when you stop looking for it, it finds you.” Let me explain. I’ve had a couple of relationships that left … Continue reading Who’s the new guy?

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.

Packing for the beach

Our pond For the past four summers I’ve rented the same vacation house in Wellfleet. It is a place that must be experienced to be understood. I know, that sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But, this comfortable and compact house, which sits on a gloriously private piece of property only accessible by the most rutted dirt … Continue reading Packing for the beach