I have been looking for the perfect bra since the little training ones no longer did the trick. Shopping for bras is such an awkward process no matter the cup. One minute articles or actresses chastise the media for not embracing the female form. The mantra-of-the-moment is that my breasts should be celebrated and happy in…
I don’t think my daughter ever played dress-up. She had some gypsy stuff and leftover Halloween costume props that would surface as perfectly acceptable school accessories, but she never walked around in my heels or wanted to wear my work clothes. Now I know why. Katlyn is my oldest and today she turns twenty-three.…
Another election year is underway. I should share some of my thoughts on the presidential debates, the “race for The White House”—cue the music. I could pick a side, make fun of Trump’s hair for the thousandth time or baulk that Hillary never seems “friendly” enough. Now might be the time to start feeling the Burn…
Our recycle man has blue eyes. On the approach to our house, the last section of road is one lane. It’s also a hill. There’s an unspoken rule, if the driver at the top of the hill sees another driver moving up the road, they need to pull over and let that person pass before heading down…
I’ve never liked escalators. When I was a child, I was terrified of them. I’d grasp for a hand or stand there holding up traffic. I was always worried that I’d miss the first step and somehow slide into the steel folding blocks of decent. There they would crunch me up like yesterday’s garbage. It was…
We have one of those flip out ironing boards in the laundry room. It’s on the wall across from the cat box and above the laundry basket area. We have two large mesh baskets and they fit neatly against the wall, under the illustration of a basketball hoop that’s hanging on the wall. Basketball hoop, laundry basket,…
I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.” I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer. I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess. I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…
I’ve only posted twice in April, well this is technically post number three. I’m not sure why. I’ve been working on other things, busy with life, wasting time lusting after Idris Elba. I don’t know. Things have taken priority over the laundry room and honestly I haven’t had much to say. Two posts in one…
I don’t necessarily want to ‘drop it like it’s hot,’ but I do love to dance. These days I dance in my living room, or my office, pretty much every room in my house depending on what I’m doing. I dance to all sorts of music and sometimes when I’m folding laundry, I use the…