Cling to what is good. Someone said that, or wrote it. Maybe it was in the Bible, or from one of those philosophers with the names I can’t pronounce. I’m not sure and it doesn’t really matter. It is sound advice wherever it came from. I think the first word makes the whole sentence .…
We don’t have any doors in our house. None. A little over a month ago we decided to upgrade the doors. As is often the plan when Michael and I get an idea, we bulldozed right in and decided to replace them all. We’ve been in our house over eight years, they were nasty when we…
I haven’t made a wish in a while, not an official one anyway. I didn’t blow out candles last year for my birthday and I can’t remember the last time Michael held out one of my fallen eyelashes. I have not closed my eyes on the stars, tried to channel a genie, or played tug…
My manuscript is officially late. I had to send a sad little pleading email to my editor who is far too nice to me. She graciously gave me until Monday to finish. As of this morning, that was three extra days. Three full 24-hour cycles. So, naturally given this extra time I got right to work.…
Every now and then, I look at words or things and they appear mysterious. It’s as if I’m seeing them for the first time. All of a sudden the word “porch” seems strange, and I wonder if I’m spelling it right. My brain pauses. Or, I notice that my feet have toes and “How odd…
When I was in grammar school I played the flute. I also played for a semester my freshman year in high school, but that was just a last ditched effort to pad my college application. Didn’t count. Third grade flute playing is what really stands out. I rented my flute. It was in a hard black case and…
Women should be more like heirloom tomatoes. I suppose men should too, but they have more flexibility, so I’m not discussing them right now. We have this beautiful heirloom tomato sitting on our counter. It’s bright orange and red swirly. It’s a little misshapen, kind of funky in the front, but really cool to look at.…
Waiting in line, anticipating your turn. It can be the take-a-number line at the DMV, or the youngest child waiting for her first high school dance. There’s tiptoe looking ahead, wondering what’s just beyond the door, or in front of the other bobbing backs of heads. At the same time, once your time is up, once it…
The key to life, well one of the keys anyway, is never being afraid of the drop. I used to play these string games as a kid, on the playground. The string or shoelace, or ribbon, just about anything, I remember using dental floss, is tied in a loop. The loop is then threaded through…