My friend calls her happy place “Yellow”. It’s become a bit of a catchword for us, she even bought me yellow mittens for Christmas this year. Yellow is warmth in the midst of cold, peace in the middle of a shit storm, it’s the happy. Jinger is my friend and a few days a week, she’s also…
I bought a new washer and dryer. They are front loaders, which I have never had, but they make my laundry room look like a fancy laundromat, without the rolling carts. They are white and shiny, and they even play a little song when a load is finished. Stainless steel drums. It’s all very civilized and…
If I were a hairdresser, I would want to be called a “dresser” and not a “stylist.” I would own a little two chair place in a small town, tucked close to a bakery. Every morning, just as the sun was coming up, I would walk to work. Down the hill, past the small garage…
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.…
Most of my life I have believed in reincarnation, not like I’m coming back as a goat, but that we live multiple lives. Once our body gets old and tired, our soul leaves, goes somewhere (it really doesn’t matter to me where) and then we are recycled, dropped into another newborn body. In my theory…
Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers. All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers. The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body. Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…
I like old things. Which is weird because I don’t like wrinkled paper. I always flip to a new clean sheet. I can not tolerate pens with the ends chewed or a pencil sharpened down to a nub. I like fresh pencils and if a pen has a missing or mangled cap, I throw it out.…
I was not born distractingly sexy or beautiful. Water doesn’t ripple down my abs and I can barely use a garden hose, but every now and then I look at people that are, for lack of better words, objectified, surface worshiped, and I wonder… Last week I was awakened by some obnoxious radio announcer in my…
I love my Nook. It’s easy to use and colorful. All my little book images are alphabetical. I can search. It’s a wonderful yippee piece of technology, but there are certain books I still buy in hard cover or paperback. I just have to. I’ve been know to read a book on my Nook and…