Sometimes being a woman is the worst. I’ve had all sorts of crazy symptoms and complaints over the past few years. First from pregnancy: flabby, streaky skin on my tummy; an unfortunate and uncalled for reduction in my breasts (as…
Category: Whims & Words
Our Past Is The Canvas For Our Future
“You shouldn’t envy me. Mostly I live in the past.” –Brandon Stark (Game of Thrones, season 8, episode 4: “The Last of the Starks”) Apologies for always quoting Game of Thrones—the series is littered with profound and poignant one-liners (and…
Preserving My Inner Guide
Salvation sometimes comes in the unlikeliest of places. For me, it’s almost always Josh (and all genres of music), books/TV shows (fantasy and historical fiction are my go-tos right now), cooking/baking, writing, coffee and wine, my husband. Hell, even my…
The Irony Of Time
I’ve often wondered what a midlife crisis would look like—and when it would happen. As a young adult, I pictured an abrupt, bold, seemingly catastrophic event during a specific time in one’s life—somewhere around the 50-year mark—that comes roaring in…
Narrative Subjectivity
I took an online writing class about two weeks ago and during this time I learned about something called “freewriting,” which essentially means sitting down with a pen and paper and writing—off the top of your head—from a story prompt…
The River That Swallowed My Loneliness
I originally intended this to be a personal essay, but it just wasn’t … flowing. So, I rewrote it into a poem: I hear you racing to my left, swift and strong My quiet, charitable companion Blue-gray waves lapping the…
The Recipe Box
A childhood memory took me on a surprising journey this morning … It sits in the center of the table, surrounded by sprinklings of flour, sugar, nuts, and cocoa. A thin coating of flour dusts its top. The mustard-yellow lid…
Where Are You, Bedtime?
You know what’s the best thing ever? Bedtime. When the crazies who have torn through every room in your house like a hurtling, out-of-control tornado slumber into dream land and the house falls silent and still. Oh yeah, I start…
He Who Planted The Seed
As a writer, sometimes, out of nowhere, inspiration hits and all you can do is ride the wave. This is one of those times … For as long as I can remember I’ve had a thing for “solitary trees,” standing…
Suffocation, No Breathing
I’m tired, so tired. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of overthinking and making decisions. I’m tired of parenting. I’m tired of feeling suffocated, being pawed at, hung all over, clutched and clung to. I’m…