As I’ve learned (and shared), dating is not for the faint of heart, friends. It can be exhilarating and crushing - sometimes in rapid succession. I guess, we all make our choices as to how to proceed when we seek to add a special person to our lives. Maybe you’ve become frustrated or discouraged by … Continue reading Words for the lovelorn & dating weary
As a person who firmly believes that it’s better to regret doing something than not doing something, I don’t have many regrets in life. The few I do have consistently come from me kicking myself in the ass for not doing something that may have intimidated me or taken me out of my comfort zone. … Continue reading Regrets. I’ve had a few.
Trigger warning: If you struggle with an eating disorder or body image issues, skip this post, please.) How do you respond to uncertainty or unexpected challenges? Are you inclined to yield to the universe and roll with it or do you instead try to grasp what you can and refuse to let go? I think … Continue reading Control freak
Returning home from a two week vacation with your 16 y/o son on the same day your 22 y/o son temporarily moves back home for a couple of months, is not something I recommend. Especially when your older son’s style of packing doesn’t involve boxes or any real sense of organization. While my trip was … Continue reading Unpacking
I don’t know about you, but I certainly never imagined surviving two pandemics in fifty some odd years. As Covid-19 rages in a country often more committed to individual rights to not wear a mask than to preserving health, it almost feels quaint to reflect back on the first pandemic I witnessed - the AIDS … Continue reading Never forget – World AIDS Day, 2020
I have many issues with my mother and her ability to parent, but when it came to the acceptance of people who did not look like me, her parenting skills were exceptional in a truly great way. In elementary school, I was friends with the black girl (eventually there were two) in my class, along … Continue reading My mother didn’t raise racists
Generally, I’m not much of a cryer. I’m not boasting when I say that. Trust me when I say there are moments when I wish for little more than a sob session to release the emotions that at times well up inside me and practically beg to get out. Honestly, tears would be welcome. But, … Continue reading Weepy in the light of the full moon