1977 Diet Advice: Stop Drinking Milk and Ride Your Bike 2 Miles a Day
What the doctor told this 15-year old to do… — My life is dotted with fat memories. I remember my dreadful 3rd grade public weigh-in. I remember being made fun of for my weight. I remember not ever being the thin one. And I remember not being able to fit into my bridesmaid dress for my sister’s wedding because I…
Connecting In Suburbia
Open door, open heart. — I live in a culdesac in a middle-class suburban neighborhood. One of my best friends who lived directly across the ‘sac from me just moved, and after raising kids together and living the ups and downs of life for 23 years it feels really weird that she is gone. My…
Did Your Heart Break For Your Children When You Left?
An open inquisition to my ex-husband — When you walked out the door that night, knowing you were walking out forever, did it at least break your heart for your children? At all? You came home from your business trip, the one where you had a chance to finalize your plan with the mistress I knew nothing…
1981 essence of a poem to me. That’s all. — It’s the essence of things captured and put away for safekeeping. An intangible personal haven for the essential things in life. It’s the very thing that makes us feel the world embrace us with its awkward yet loving arms. The carefully discarded scraps of minds embellish the white wilderness for all to stalk, conquer and consume. To separate our souls from rapture is to never open the cages that had always been unlocked.
1981 essence of a poem to me. That’s all.
It’s the essence of things captured and put away for safekeeping.
An intangible personal haven for the essential things in life.
It’s the very thing that makes us feel the world embrace us with its awkward yet loving arms.
The carefully discarded scraps of minds embellish the white wilderness for all to stalk, conquer and consume.
To separate our souls from rapture is to never open the cages that had always been unlocked.
Intrinsically it possesses the ability to sustain our lives as well as cease them.
It’s this paradox that creates a perpetual search for the freedom and pride found in each written pulse.
It’s the essence of things captured and put away for safekeeping that gives us the direction and takes us to a better place.
The End Of A Life
Prosperity doesn’t give a crap about your old photos — My mother has been estranged from her brother for decades. This is an ironic fact since my mother has always emphasized the importance of family, and has often been the “glue” that has forever placed importance on family gatherings, and yet she was unable to make this close family tie…
The 7 Things I Learned From “Married At First Sight”
How MAFS changed our marriage or at least my mindset — Add up my 2 husbands, and I can chalk up over 30 years of marital life. You’d think I’d have learned a thing or two. Almost be an expert myself. But dammit I’m still learning how to be a wife. The pandemic had my husband and me engaging in the…
I’m My Mother’s Person Now
And other fun revelations realized through therapy — I went to my first therapy session today, and had a revelation. I think part of the difficulty of caring for my mother is that our roles have shifted. I get this is not really news, but it’s a new awareness on my part, and perhaps grief realized. My mom…
What Do All the Introverts Who Aren’t a Fan of Drinking Do on New Year’s Eve?
I’ll tell you what they do — Another New Year’s Eve in the books. Thank God. I’m happy to be alive, but I could do without all the fanfare that seems to require drinking and parties. I hate parties, and at 50-something I’m still figuring out things about myself that allow me to better understand those feelings. …
I Need(ed) Therapy
Can we please destigmatize mental health? — I need therapy. This sentence (spoken by anyone) is usually followed with a slight chuckle, a keen “knowing,” often followed by the question, don’t we all? Don’t we all?! Deep down we all know we have at least one issue if not nine of them that could stand to be…