After a long summer that didn’t feel like it went all that fast, we’re back to real-life rush hour. The first day of summer always feels like I want to slit my wrists when Veruca is demanding an activity schedule worthy of an organized, intinerized trip. Yeah, I totally just made that word up. The … Continue reading It Starts Again
Life
The Weekend, Dreams, and Butthurt
I woke this morning from a terrible dream that involved the kids and my ex and Todd was in there somewhere too but incongruously juxtaposed with the ex, and there was this weird camp/event/gathering with strangers (who were friends in the dream but who I’ve never seen before in my life). We were having dinner … Continue reading The Weekend, Dreams, and Butthurt
When the Kids Are Away
V and O are off enjoying the sunny shores of the Outer Banks this week and, while I will admit to feeling somewhat melancholy at their initial departure, I also knew it would be a week of much needed quiet and an opportunity to get shit done. Or, more accurately, time to up my Happy … Continue reading When the Kids Are Away
Sometimes Life is A Country Song
My life doesn’t always read like a country song, but when it does... ***If you're pressed for time, I've made it easy for you - just read the bolded phrases. That snow storm that cut my San Francisco trip short was heavy and became solid ice hours afterward. Several days later as the sun melted … Continue reading Sometimes Life is A Country Song
Not Always How It Looks
I’ve had a plethora of thoughts about my next post, one of which was planned last week on a topic that has long bothered me about the business I’ve grown up in. I didn’t get it written before the weekend, and damn if it didn’t happen again and it not only pissed me off that … Continue reading Not Always How It Looks
Melancholy
I went to Walmart yesterday with Opac. He was adamant about stocking up on his favorite hair glue, so much so that he was spazzing out because I didn’t want to go since my brother was over and Veruca is overdue for a haircut and I wanted to kill two birds with one stone … Continue reading Melancholy
Honoring Friends
With all the negativity circulating social media and most often in my morning news feed, I made a couple of self-preservation decisions. One was to start my morning with coffee and my journal. In other words, I don’t start my day reading the stuff that gets my blood pumping. I’m journaling “almost” regularly now, like … Continue reading Honoring Friends
Three Times I’ve Felt Blessed
When I really, really knew. I’m talking profound, existential moments. The first time it hit me, really hit me, I was on a flight home from Santa Barbara. I’d been in California visiting a long-time, on again-off again boyfriend. What was different about this trip, as opposed to a handful of others to San Diego … Continue reading Three Times I’ve Felt Blessed
Because Not Everybody Is Celebrating
The 20th day. Present situation.
The Chronicles: Thanksgiving Edition
The desire to write again is creeping back slowly. I was, as so many were, so deeply affected by the outcome of the election. Many people are talking about it, still talking about it, posting about it …. and I don’t want to. I have no desire to write about it. But what worried me … Continue reading The Chronicles: Thanksgiving Edition
The Tara Chronicles 