It is difficult to find juicy limes. They’re not like lemons, or maybe they are, but it seems like anytime I buy a lime it is dry. They look decent and green on the outside, but inside limes don’t flow. Lemons, on the other hand, are always brimming with juice. In fact, I can not…
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…
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…
My son is being a little shit lately. He’s actually well over six feet tall and seventeen years old, so I guess that makes him a big shit. He’s stormy, disrespectful, self righteous, ugly and cocky. He has all the answers. He’s conniving and manipulative. It’s super yucky and he makes me nervous. When we…
I’m having a really hard time with nonsense lately. I used to be better at it. I could listen to nonsense, talk nonsense and just move around pretending to give a crap, but now I find myself making faces. Sometimes I roll my eyes. The eyes always give it away. I should probably just wear sunglasses all…
There is a crack in my windshield. A rock hit the upper corner on the passenger’s side. It was one of those pops where I wasn’t sure if it hit the frame or the actual glass. It was loud and sort of shocking. I leaned over and saw the pronged star. It wasn’t that big, but it looked deep.…
I need to write something. It’s been three days and even though it was a pretty shitty weekend, there must be something to say. I…I spent a couple of hours today obsessing about whether or not I should bring a walking stick when I hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu at the end of May.…
I’ve been thinking that the airport could be a metaphor for life. I know, enough with the metaphors, but I’m sitting around with tissue sticking out of my nose and Downton Abbey is not providing the same comfort Sesame Street did when I was a child. So, I turn to thinking and that brings me…
Just imagine if we could all be ourselves. I’m not sure we wouldn’t kill each other, but no doubt we would let out a collective sigh of relief. The expectations of others is only outdone by the expectations we put on ourselves. The pressure can be immense. I feel like one of the bennies of…