I opened up the windows in my office today. It’s chilly out, and they were not open for very long, but sometimes a girl needs fresh air inside. I get fresh air outside when I walk Jack, or sit out back, but there’s something different when outside sweeps through my inside, my closed off. I tend…
Sometimes I can’t breathe. It’s too much, too many, too fast and I can’t catch my breath. Most of the time I don’t see it coming, things are going along just fine and then all at once they are not. People close to me will say that they saw it, they knew, but I must…
Something guides me. I don’t know if I’d call it a little voice or my soul, I can’t really be certain, but something inside of me tells me when I’m being catty or selfish, it corrects me when I judge or if I lie. My something doesn’t prevent me from doing these things, it doesn’t…
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…
Only six days into the new year and I’ve already let down the polar bears. I’m not big on resolutions, but this year I decided to stop using paper cups when I go to Starbucks for my tea. I have tea at home in a regular cup, but when I’m out and about I stop at…
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.…