(Word Count: 900) Today is the birthday of an old boyfriend. It’s not so much that I feel it bears mentioning than it is that I remember dates such as these for a lifetime. I am terrible with math but I can remember numbers, particularly birthdays. I’ve known Todd’s birthday since 1986, but I guess … Continue reading October 16, Sunday
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Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment
Day 676 is a national holiday – Martin Luther King Day – and so I have the day off. I reinstated my subscription to the New York Times and read this article about Jasper Johns and have learned – a little late in the game – that his work is showing at the Whitney and … Continue reading Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment
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
The Breaking Point, Part 3: Angry
Q-Day 81 I’ve had a few “off” days. I’ve needed to socially distance myself from the circus. I realized I hadn’t turned off notifications for the community page and so I did that too. Contrary to what some think, there really is a healthy mix of those in my community who take this seriously, and … Continue reading The Breaking Point, Part 3: Angry
Bad Boy Musings
Oh my God. I need to never, not ever, drink a 20-oz bottle of Dr. Pepper seven hours before bedtime. Lying in bed for going on three hours, listening to my heart beating in my chest, the weighted blanket worthless, and trying not to keep checking the time. The corner of my bedsheet and the … Continue reading Bad Boy Musings
Life As It Becomes More
The holidays when you’re 50 are much different than the holidays when you’re, let’s say, 30. I’ve had years in between where my enthusiasm ebbed and flowed. This year I was eager to get the Christmas tree and Veruca was equally excited. The two of us drove to the tree farm and there were about … Continue reading Life As It Becomes More
To Veruca, On Love
*Update: After posting, I realized there was something else to say. See at end of post.* It took me a very long time to see love without rose-colored glasses. Don’t get me wrong – love is, as Shakespeare said, a many-splendored thing. I was enamored with love long before it was returned. I liked a … Continue reading To Veruca, On Love
Remember
The unspeakable has happened. Tuesday morning, while I watched the Today Show with O nursing in my lap, two airplanes were hijacked and deliberately flown into the Twin Towers. I saw the second plane hit live on television, as they were already covering the first crash and all you could see of it was smoke … Continue reading Remember
Collide
2011. I often heard this song on my early morning runs through the streets of my old town. In 2010 I first discovered my love for running, when life was often out of control and stress was high and I needed an outlet. I wasn’t “allowed,” really, to go anywhere without the kids in tow in … Continue reading Collide
Nobody Cares
I stumbled upon an article several months ago, Things About You That No One Actually Gives a Shit About, Ranked. For fun, I spent 45 minutes that I can never get back on this... Here are my 15 things that no one on social media cares about: My dream about Veruca face-planting off a third-story … Continue reading Nobody Cares
The Tara Chronicles 