Vacation dating

Next month I’m heading Rome for a much needed change of scenery and a visit with a friend. Because there have been so many aborted get away attempts in the past couple of pandemic years,* I’m trying to rein in my excitement about the trip, but I’m optimistic it just might happen. While my mind can’t … Continue reading Vacation dating

In the brightness of a weekend morning I realized…

That I’m consistently either ahead of the pack or a mile behind it, swinging from end to end never languishing (or wanting to be) in the middle. The results from the Attachment Style quiz I took, twice with different results each time, seem to support the above statement when applied to relationships in my life. … Continue reading In the brightness of a weekend morning I realized…

Bitches Brew, or the women in my life

2021 was a weird one, friends. The promise with which it began quickly devolved into chaos within the new year’s first week.  Things after that, to me, never quite seemed real.  Seriously, on more than one occasion, I caught myself dating correspondence or banking paperwork as the previous year, 2020.   It was almost as … Continue reading Bitches Brew, or the women in my life

I’ll be home for Christmas 

If things had gone as planned, I’d be boarding my flight at this exact moment instead of curling up for a nap. With complete honesty, I can say that either way, it feels like I’m winning. I had been looking forward to my trip west for months. You know how I love the desert, and … Continue reading I’ll be home for Christmas 

Getting drilled by Mary Panza and other miscellaneous Solstice thoughts and confessions 

As I prepare for Christmas and my trip, I’m also trying to keep myself in a routine for exercise, sleep and meals. I know I feel better when I’m keeping things in balance, which makes the effort worth the effort. Of late, a good week of activity involves 2-3 yoga classes, 2 long walks with … Continue reading Getting drilled by Mary Panza and other miscellaneous Solstice thoughts and confessions 

Punching Bag

Perhaps you remember the post I wrote about Rex Ogle’s memoir Free Lunch. That book centered on the year Rex was in 6th grade and detailed the physical, verbal and emotional abuse he suffered while living as a child with his mother, stepfather and younger brother. While I’ve never been physically abused, the book landed … Continue reading Punching Bag