Chapter 3 January 19, 1991 Sábado My baja California trip is over. I’m sitting now in the Phoenix airport, sometime around 5 p.m. Only SEVEN hours until I board my next flight – to Philadelphia. Customs went okay – not quite as bad as Greece was. I thought I’d found the perfect spot to plant … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – The End
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Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 3
Chapter 2 January 14, 1991 Lunes Sitting here at Squid Roe – excellent margaritas!! No buzz, but feeling like a headache is brewing. It’s from being in the sunshine too long. The Americans that come to Cabo are a strange crew. This sleepy little town seems like a magnet for peculiar people who are both … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 3
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
Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough
People have asked me why I’m not writing much… this is [one reason] why. Life is busier than I expected it would be these last three months. And now that school has let out – and Veruca’s softball season has ended – summer workouts for football have begun. The title of this post is kinda … Continue reading Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough
Life After Midnight
Home from work at 1:36 a.m. and enjoying a little leftover Ferrari-Carano Siena Red, which is delicious by the way, while the kitty snores behind me and everyone else sleeps. It sucks working Saturday nights, if only because I come home and Todd is sound asleep at 1 a.m. because he rises so early. … Continue reading Life After Midnight
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
My Other Kids
The dog and cat are standing in the kitchen staring at me as I cook. They do this now. They stand side by side waiting for me, depending on where I am and the time of day. On weekends it’s by my side of the bed. Or outside the bathroom door. My kids are grown … Continue reading My Other Kids
A Day in PA
It was a great bookend to a very bizarre weekend that involved a new car and a fire, both of which I am not authorized to discuss publicly. Not to mention a shocking Superbowl win for the Patriots. My mom had oral surgery yesterday morning and everyone knows you need a driver for that kind … Continue reading A Day in PA
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 