December, you’ve always been a problem child. I love well beyond the majority of Sara Bareilles’s songs, but December perfectly describes this time for me. I realize the last month of the year is all about holidays and baking, family and friends, but no matter how we dress it up December is a myth. In…
Trains are most vulnerable when they switch tracks. Smooth locomotive change is a science of measurement and timing with little room for error. Human track transitions are trial and error. Rarely executed gracefully. It is a fact that the world keeps moving whether we hop over like Gene Kelly or face plant into a…
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…
It is difficult to find juicy limes. They’re not like lemons, or maybe they are, but it seems like anytime I buy a lime it is dry. They look decent and green on the outside, but inside limes don’t flow. Lemons, on the other hand, are always brimming with juice. In fact, I can not…
If I were ever asked to offer one piece of advice, one thing that could change the world, my contribution would be this: Turn off the television. Now, because I’m a wordy woman that nugget would be closely followed by, “stop supporting the fast food industry,” and “if a t-shirt costs less than twenty dollars…
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…
Why does it seem there are those who have it their way and those who accommodate? More importantly, how do I train to be the former? This isn’t going to be a snarky post where I bitch and complain that I have to adapt to make nice with those who either can’t get their…
I stopped to get gas last week and unbeknownst be me, my life was about to be enhanced. “You are now watching Gas Station TV,” the gas pump said as a small TV came to life. Let me repeat. I was pumping gas, and there was a TV on the gas pump. Lest I have a…
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…