I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
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The Grieving Season.
I was thinking about grief today. I know- a strange bedfellow to the joy of the holiday season. Or is it? Specifically, I was thinking about the way in which I’m grieving the versions of me I’m trying to leave behind. The worst bit, I think, is that I started this little journey into self-growth… Continue reading The Grieving Season.
Under re-Cover.
Merriam Webster defines recovery as follows: 1: the act, process, or an instance of recovering especially : an economic upturn (as after a depression) 2: the process of combating a disorder (such as alcoholism) or a real or perceived problem What a small definition. What a teeny tiny explanation for something that’s really so major. This morning I ran for… Continue reading Under re-Cover.
Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
This time of year, is pure nostalgia. Tidbits of memories that float on a crisp fall breeze, darting under raised coat collars and in between still ungloved fingers. Memories that twirl around my belly and tickle my lips and sit in my belly. So many Thanksgivings through so many different phases of life. The children’s… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
Achilles, the heel?
I pull my collar up as I walk down the sidewalk, attempting to protect my exposed ears from the sharp wind. It’s no use. November in Long Beach is chilly and raw. The streets feel desolate-the closed, dark shop windows making everything feel infinitely creepier. I don’t regret walking Nicole to her car, but I’m… Continue reading Achilles, the heel?
The Antidote to Hate.
She is ambling down the sidewalk-her baby legs reminding me of one of those dogs that can either be walked or placed comfortably in a purse. Her leggings are cranberry colored, and the puffer jacket that makes her diminutive frame look only slightly bigger than a minute, is something akin to fuchsia, but it works.… Continue reading The Antidote to Hate.
Falling.
I watch the leaves gently swirl- hovering just above the pavement. They are dancing, circling each other in a way that is all at once rhythmic and chaotic. It is mesmerizing, this feat of nature, and my anxiety is dissipating. The tightness in my back is slowly releasing and my jaw, unclenching. Moving my car… Continue reading Falling.
SNAP Judgments.
I was talking to a friend today and explaining how I feel tired lately. A different kind of tired. And I know what you’re thinking: you’ve said this before. And also, being tired is basically adulting. To be an adult is to be tired, often. Still, the kind of fatigue I’m experiencing comes from a… Continue reading SNAP Judgments.
Keep your lemons…
I turned forty-five the other day. This is wild because I remember turning fifteen with some amount of clarity. I do. And seventeen. I recall my twentieth spin around the sun, and then, thirty, and also, forty. And now, I’ve arrived (gracefully?) at forty-five. Age is truly a number but when that number is something… Continue reading Keep your lemons…
Best. Date. Ever.
I just came back from attending Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It had always been a dream of mine to ride on a hot air balloon, and I decided if I was going to do it, I was going to DO it. The first Fiesta was held in 1972 with just a handful of… Continue reading Best. Date. Ever.
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