What did we do before Ziploc bags? I have a fuzzy memory of a bag with a fold-over tab, which was crazy inefficient because stuff fell right out. I have a clear memory of scoffing at such a bag while wondering why a Ziploc was not used instead. For some reason, a lot of…
If I don’t focus, life can be a real pain in the ovaries. Recently, I have started reading about Stoicism. I’m finding meditation is a little too cozy-blanket unless I’m going to be a monk, which is still an option on my table, but in the meantime, I need to strike a balance between…
The goal was to write a blog post once a week and I failed. No lives were taken, no money lost. Just a mental game I played with myself that didn’t work out. Oh well, there’s always next week to get it right. My daughter turns twenty-four on Saturday. She’s at that age where…
I have this theory that age sinks in once we stop seeking challenges. Hopping out of a new bed, climbing a tree, learning to read, taking off the training wheels, making it into the toilet, standing tall at a new school. These are only a few in a sea of challenges children face as they…
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…
Going out for dinner and drinks on Halloween feels a little like what I would imagine Vegas at Christmas would feel like. It was odd, super odd. It was as if we were invited to a land we didn’t really know existed. Not quite Alice in Wonderland, but it was close. This was our first…
Someday I will be dead. I know it’s an obvious statement for a lot of people, but I’ve only recently thought about it. I don’t normally feel mortal. I mean I get that I won’t live forever, but I’m not exactly in touch with the death thing. I don’t do any death defying work or…
When our daughter left for college last year, I ran around buying and organizing everything I could possibly control. We moved her to her dorm, returned home, I finished cleaning out her room and I cried. I knew immediately that I would miss the day to day. Michael kept walking by her room and checking…
Remember Kraft Singles? Or folding a piece of Oscar Meyer baloney in half and biting a hole in the center? Michael asked me these two questions last night. We’ve been married a long time. I had a crap day and after talking with him I went to bed a little lighter, a little less adult.…