I need to manage my mind. It’s a bit like Grand Central Station up there these days and since I can’t keep things quiet, I tried gathering. Last week, I herded thoughts into similar groups and then willed them to line up single file. I figured if I could get all of it to hold…
I seem to be fixated on my bathrooms lately. Maybe it’s because when we painted, over a year ago, I removed everything from the walls, and have yet to put things back. I’ve been taking my time picking out new bathroom hardware. In fact, I’m thinking of putting different towel bars and things in each…
I’m phasing out tissues and their cute little boxes. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my the-way-things-should-be sits tissues. I was raised to believe that a civilized person didn’t use toilet paper for crying or a cold. Tissues were necessary. It meant you were a safe distance away from the old guy in a…
I went to my junior prom with the son of my mom’s friend from work. Now that’s a mouthful and a pretty decent title for a sad, angsty coming of age movie. But I did go to the prom with, Jon or John, I’m not sure how he spelled it because after spending one incredibly…
Michael and I went for breakfast super early yesterday because we dropped our son off at the airport. We were sitting outside with the birds when he said, “Closest descendant of the dinosaur.” “Excuse me?” “Birds, they’re the closest animals to the dinosaurs.” I sipped my tea, thought about that for a minute, listen to the…
Being a mother is difficult work. Not in the sense that running a marathon or skiing a black diamond is difficult and not in the sense that finishing a project or painting window trim is work. Motherhood, the act of “moming,” is difficult work because if you are anything like me it is predominantly blind…
Is it wrong to punch a sick man in the face? My whole body hurts and when I think about his wrinkled shirt and incessant coughing, I want to punch him right in his runny red nose. Mr. You-Look-Like-Shit, why did you have to get on my plane? Why couldn’t you have slept through your alarm…
I am not an authentic person. After reading the 40 Habits of Highly Authentic People, it appears I don’t know any authentic people either. Things are crazy unauthentic in my world. Let me first say that I am a sucker for Top Ten or Five Keys to anything. I like stuff in bite size or with pretty…
I might be addicted to Wintergreen Life Savers. I wasn’t aware a person could become addicted to Life Savers, save the rainbow candy ones. I thought wintergreen was safe, but I now have mint burn on my tongue because I’ve been eating handfuls of these suckers every day. I’m trying to escape the “just one more”…