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…
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.…
Hormones, we need to talk. I understand that I needed you growing up. I appreciate that you helped create the stew that made my children. I’m glad you’ve kept things female and working all of these years, but lately you’ve changed. You’re unstable, I can’t rely on you and you make me cry. I’m done now. This is no longer a…
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.…
A moment past her prime, Marthe tilted her chin forward. It was a trick taught by her mother that “elongates the neck and makes your decollate irresistible.” She hoped it was working because she felt a bit like a fool, or a giraffe, maybe a foolish giraffe. Boning poked at the tender skin under her arms,…
A recent encounter with the lotion ladies could be the beginning of my holiday spirit. That would mean it’s super early this year. I was at Walgreens, my favorite putzing around convincing myself I need Tic Tacs store, looking for a new lotion. The lotion I currently use is too expensive and I’m tired of spending that kind of…
I used to carry a big purse. I would pride myself on being able to shove anything in my purse. I had wipes, napkins, a big wallet with checks, Band-Aids, water, extra laces, Sharpies. Everything anyone could ever need. I would sometimes shove a book in there. I liked having lots of stuff. I wasn’t…
Memorial: Something, especially a structure, a reminder of a person or event. Today we are set to remember the people that have fought and died in the service of our military, our country. There are all sorts of memorials, all over the world, made of every material imaginable. Cold marble or granite, strong steel, copper, elemental…
Warning: This post is a rant. If you are not in the mood, or you’re super sensitive, or maybe even if you bring your dog into Starbucks. You should close out and come back later. Take Our Daughters…and Sons to Work Day. Stop. This has really got to stop. The day was originally Take Our Daughters to…