My 17th birthday party remains in my memory as one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had. I invited a handful of girlfriends to my house to celebrate with me and we feasted on a shrimp and rice gumbo dish that my mother had made for us to enjoy after she departed for the … Continue reading At 17
Tag: musings
Daddy. Complex.
Issues with my mother continue to occupy me but, stimulated by situations which my friends are experiencing, my thoughts have recently turned away from mothers and to fathers. In all honesty, pondering fatherhood feels a lot less angsty to me, especially now with my mother’s poor health and my own conflicted sense of responsibility and … Continue reading Daddy. Complex.
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…
Up 2 Date.
So, I’m two first dates in for the new year and I’m already feeling tired, confused and oddly surprised. There’s no way I’ll be able to have another twenty of these before the end of the month, which means I’ll have to reconsider my initial goal of 22 dates in January. Being flexible when dating … Continue reading Up 2 Date.
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






