I Bought a Giraffe

Centering: It’s been 337 days since everything shut down, panic-buying cleared grocery shelves, schools went virtual, and our lives got flipped, turned upside down. I bought a giraffe for $5. But wait, you should know there’s some background on this. I discovered a Facebook page about secondhand finds and it’s spectacular and inspiring. There’s a … Continue reading I Bought a Giraffe

Bedlam

Another forbidden-in-the-house activity. These dogs. I was going to write about something more serious, but – dogs. So Bee is super hyper. At first I thought it was Shuggie, but I have since learned that Bee is off the hook. Especially first thing in the morning. She’s like a horse fresh out the gate and … Continue reading Bedlam

What It’s Like

Day 286 AND CHRISTMAS EVE. Random thoughts on an abnormal holiday. Some hand sanitizers smell like tequila. And not in a good way – more like tequila the day after a long night of drinking. The two Sagittarians in my life, who I love so very much, seem hell-bent on interrupting the most private moments … Continue reading What It’s Like

Unstitched

Day 272 of quarantine and, this may be hard to believe, I’m sick of it. My patience is waning, my tolerance is at an all-time low; I’m alternately living in a bubble, trying to work safely in my job, and pretending that this isn’t a maddening life I’m living. Part of my writing inspiration comes … Continue reading Unstitched

Meditation

You know how hard it is to fall back to sleep after a blood sugar check in the middle of the night, when your brain starts turning over new ideas and titles for blog posts and the direction of that novel you started for Nanowrimo and then memories start flooding in of things that should … Continue reading Meditation

Malarkey

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