There is something about Sunday that justifies the rest of the week. It’s like a reconciliation of emotion, a washing away of frustrations. Sundays soften slights, and things that ran so deep and urgent on Monday become whispers on the last day of the week. There are no regrets on a Sunday; no mess-ups or…
I should have joined the circus. The workday is over. I spent most of it staring at the wall, and then in a last ditched effort at productivity, I put washi tape on an otherwise dull folder. This successful writer—with—loads—of—hashtag—2021—goals accomplishment left me with the idea that things would be better if I’d joined the…
We leave for Amsterdam in the morning. My seventeen year old thinks she’s going to get stoned with her parents. Isn’t she cute? How do you say, “Not in this lifetime,” in Dutch? We will be gone for a week in our attempt to see as many of Van Gogh’s paintings as possible. I’ve…
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 morning hike starts the same way every day. It is just past dark, but before sunrise when Jack and I set out. He is always anxious, curious and a little nutty. I am usually sore, always alert and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble. We take the first few minutes to get settled. Jack does…
I make my bed every day. Sometimes at 5 AM and sometimes not until 5 PM, but every day, good day or bad, I line up the pillows. Today was a 4:30 PM day. As I smoothed out my quilt, I wondered why I do what I do? The day is almost over. I’m going…
I had to buy a new pair of spin shoes. I mean I guess I didn’t have to, but the ones I have are almost a year old and they’re not as pretty as some of the other shoes in class. They’re losing their structure, they’re a little sloppy. For those of you that don’t…
It occurs to me that I have never done anything for my entire life. I mean other than the basics, sleep, brush teeth, but I don’t even do those the same way every time. I don’t have a habit, something I’ve done my whole life, or even my adult life. I think I’m a bit…
Restrooms are private, even in public. I was at Starbucks this morning and as I went to the bathroom, a woman was leaving. She held the door open and waited for me to enter. It was a full door hold. I was polite and said, “Thank you,” but it felt super strange. Why are you…