Nine years ago today Todd smartly and bravely proposed to me at mom’s restaurant, at the romantic little corner table known as Table 31. He was damn sure of himself too – since he secretly invited friends and family to celebrate this glorious moment we had begun a path to when we were still teenagers. … Continue reading Malarkey
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Nebulous
We had the Three Little Pigs and The Grim Reaper at our door last night. It seems a good title for a short story. Today is the first day of NANOWRIMO and I’m pleased to say that I’m motivated, but my writing was more documentation than creative. This is the month to finish the novel … Continue reading Nebulous
A Good Man
A good man is thoughtful. Kind. Generous. He opens his home and life to others, to share and bring joy to them. His home has an open door. He doesn’t place conditions on when or who can enter. He is empathetic. He understands that people deserve respect and compassion. He understands the importance of making … Continue reading A Good Man
Q-Day 221: I Never Did Mind About the Little Things
Medical: One tele for Todd, none for me, and three appointments for V, the last of which was Endo on Tuesday. She was her usual pleasant public self, smiling and agreeable, though she snapped at her beloved dad in the waiting room. Teenage girls. The source of many a whiplash for parents. And, for the … Continue reading Q-Day 221: I Never Did Mind About the Little Things
Who Broke You?
I’m working on some new posts, but it’s time to revisit this. It’s as relevant and important as ever.
The time of reckoning one day comes. One day you wake up and the revelation hits you like lightning. It can be particularly worse when you’re spending the afternoon with someone who seems really content with life as it is. Or, maybe it’s meeting or knowing a married couple, down on their luck but still laughing together, and still loving and appreciating each other. Maybe it’s a final straw – the last injustice he can deliver you, the last condescending syllable he uttered, or the very real sting of flesh meeting flesh.
How many years can or will you endure the control – over how much money is spent, or if family can visit on a Sunday afternoon, or whether your son will have a birthday party this year? How many times did you have to ask for $20, only to be answered with “what do you need that for?”…
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The Dogs Are Barkin’
So, years ago we used to use that expression to describe the pain in our feet after a long night in the restaurant. Today I would like to know – if when your feet are hurting, “the dogs are barkin’,” then what’s barking when your back, shoulders, knees, and arms hurt? A T-rex? Seriously. I’ve … Continue reading The Dogs Are Barkin’
Q-Day 183: Watching Movies
In the days and weeks that have passed where I tried not to hang my dirty laundry out to dry here, V has come home and we’ve resumed somewhat of our normal school-year schedule. We were watching movies and shows together, but that has tapered off as school begins anew. She turned me on to … Continue reading Q-Day 183: Watching Movies
Q-Day 182: Furry Shenanigans
Shuggie and Sabra went to the vet for their checkups. Together. Shuggie is not really good at the leash thing. I practiced with her in the yard several times, but ultimately counted on her following Sabra to make it successful. What was I thinking? Todd was in a meeting so that left me on my … Continue reading Q-Day 182: Furry Shenanigans
When The World Falls Down Around You
*Trigger warning: pandemic, politics, worry, anxiety, loss* That the pandemic has been hard on all of us is a truism that I shouldn’t even write anymore, but I’m saying it anyway. There have been ebbs and flows to all the days of the last 180. About a year ago I was feeling sad about my … Continue reading When The World Falls Down Around You
Q-Day 163/167: Poodle Nation
"My Three Poodles." Front, left to right: Sabra, Bee. Back: Shuggie. I started working on this post to commemorate 150 days in quarantine, but it got kinda long and I thought it was probably better to just trash it. In a one-paragraph nutshell: I’m still working. There might be a mandatory furlough or less hours … Continue reading Q-Day 163/167: Poodle Nation
