I bought a lilac bush. My need for lilacs started when I grabbed a bunch at the store a few weeks ago. They were fresh cut, right off the bush and when I put them into water, the smell was heaven. I forgot about lilacs, forgot that I loved the rain-soaked sweetness of them.…
Jack had a bath today. My youngest turned sixteen at the end of February, and then two weeks later my son turned nineteen, and a couple months before that my oldest bought her first car . . . on her own. But, Jack had a bath today. This is what I like to call Look Over…
Something guides me. I don’t know if I’d call it a little voice or my soul, I can’t really be certain, but something inside of me tells me when I’m being catty or selfish, it corrects me when I judge or if I lie. My something doesn’t prevent me from doing these things, it doesn’t…
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…
There’s a cactus on the corner by our house. I honestly can’t remember how it got there. After we built our home and the land settled back down from the trauma of construction, this particular cactus ended up on the corner. Maybe we planted it there, I’m not sure. All I know now is that it is my…
Less is seldom more. My son will move out of our house and into his college dorm next week. He drives me nuts. He’s been what they call a “challenge.” Loud, self-absorbed, and crazy moody. He still eats in his room, still tries to sidestep chores or responsibility, still runs at full speed and scares the crap out of me. He’s arrogant and selfish…
I like food. I’ve tried a lot of it. I’m really good at eating and I rarely discriminate. Sushi, falafel, matzo ball soup, chicken and waffles, just waffles. There’s nothing better than a great calzone, or a slice of good pizza, the kind you can fold up and eat properly. Eggplant parmesan…”Yes, can I get…
It’s Memorial Day, again. Honestly, as I get older sometimes things become rote. Here we go again, another Easter, it’s time for Halloween again. As we move into summer, it’s another long weekend of flags, boats heading to the lake, and the smell of coals burning. More often than not, when I get in these modes, slip…
I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.” I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer. I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess. I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…