Two posts ago I mentioned that minor thing called Personal Space. We all need it. We are occasionally violated. We sometimes never get it. Sometimes we get too much. In college this weird thing happened where people started hugging each other. Not that we didn’t do that before, but it seemed like a matter of … Continue reading Personal Space
Life
Where I’ve Been – September Half-point Edition
In keeping with the life-in-the-fast-lane theme mentioned in my last post, I’m now going to regale you with tales of a week in the life. The next day was Opac’s second game – away again – and, while the teams were more evenly matched than the previous week’s and we got on the board, we … Continue reading Where I’ve Been – September Half-point Edition
It Starts Again
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
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
The Tara Chronicles 