Reading. Writing. Not Arithmetic.
This post is purely for my own informational purposes, but it's possible that some of my questions are also your questions; perhaps together we can get some answers. I'm talking about saving the planet and whatnot here. I recently read an article by Santa Rosa's leading acupuncturist (and all-around inspiring woman) Lorelle Saxena, about making small... Continue Reading →
I generally try to stay quiet about politics in any sort of public format, for no other reason than to avoid the crazies. So many people feel the need to shout about why their candidate of choice is the best, why yours is the worst, and why I’m a horrible person who deserves to have her... Continue Reading →
I started my morning with coconut macaroons and Arcade Fire, after having spent the first two hours upon waking laying in bed, writing down my dream about finding a small book filled with polaroids of my son when he was young, and the people surrounding our lives at that time who loved him. I then... Continue Reading →
Alas, I’ve finally decided to buckle down and finish my degree. I mean, the only thing between me and this practically useless piece of paper most people I encounter assume I have anyway is one little math class, so why not? Why not, indeed. If you know me you know that I get along with... Continue Reading →
I’ve written before about my first love, Scott. I was 14 when we met so one might assume he was also the bearer of my first kiss but, raised by boys way out in the country as I was, I never got the memo that girls should put any emotional significance into something so simple... Continue Reading →
This morning was another which found me waking late, overheated and heavily dreaming in the flannel sheets, to the sound of a text coming through my phone. I’d forgotten, again, to switch off the ringer the night before. “No!” I shouted at it, turning it off, then rolling back over, trying to hide but irreversibly,... Continue Reading →
1. I don't like Adele's new single, "Hello". While vacationing on a very small island during the first week it was released, the song was so overplayed that it lost any memory-inducing or melancholic value it may have otherwise held for me. It's just like nails on a chalkboard to me now. 2. Every year, I hide my kids' Halloween candy... Continue Reading →
Blah! I saw the text and it made me smile - I mean, really smile - in a way I realized later I don’t smile anymore. I guess there are smiles that feed on memory and history and no matter how good of a time you’re having, your smile will never reach the depths of... Continue Reading →
Given the sudden excess of time I find myself with lately, which is unlike anything I've ever had in my adult life, I started reading the December issue of The Sun magazine last night. This means that November is in the pile right behind it, and October after that. Out of the past five months'... Continue Reading →
