Category: crazy life

Delicate Cycle

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…

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Wet

  I have fallen off the curb. This happens from time to time. Occasionally, I go down with a splash into the gutter or twist my ankle. This time is nothing that dramatic. More like a slip and a slide. A scrapped ankle. I prefer the sidewalk. I’m not the type of person that jumps into the…

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Lint Brush

I don’t brush my teeth at the same time every morning. I clean them eventually, but some mornings I’m not feeling it right away. There are days I make the bed first thing or slipper-shuffle to the kitchen for breakfast. It depends on my mood. I recently read an article about minimalism. I think it…

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Still Sorting

I am normally all about the last minute. Down to the wire, middle of the night, go-time, crunch time. Whatever phrase someone wants to put on it, I’m that girl. Plans start off the same as every other normal organized human being, but somewhere along the way I get lost. I’m susceptible to shiny lights…

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Air Out

It might be time to step outside. I’m thinking near the ocean or under another gorgeous full moon, something to help gain perspective. Over the past few months, things have become incredibly myopic, and while I understand disappointment, I am confused by the over-the-top drama. My choice for elected-follower didn’t win on Tuesday either, but a…

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Gauchos

I am not good at copying. Save the spot-on rendition of Everybody by The Backstreet Boys that my son and I perform in the car, I don’t do impressions. Simon Says was not my game. I either could not remember what Simon said, or forgot to ask. I rarely follow trends for any extended period.…

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Tangled

I need to manage my mind. It’s a bit like Grand Central Station up there these days and since I can’t keep things quiet, I tried gathering. Last week, I herded thoughts into similar groups and then willed them to line up single file. I figured if I could get all of it to hold…

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Puffy Jacket

Oh, how I once longed to smoke. Truly. When I was in college I tried sober in a coffee shop; I tried drunk in Mexico, I put some serious effort into picking up the habit. There was something alluring about the intense inhale followed by that seductive plume curling from someone’s mouth. Smokers had an…

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Cycles

  Inviting a pet into your life is an exercise in being in the now. When I was searching for my Jack, I read about different dog breeds, and there was one section I still find troubling—life expectancy. Jack is a Brittany, and the average life expectancy for his breed is 12-13 years. That’s not…

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