She came into my room with some socks she found in the dryer. She stopped short, taking in the changes in the room. “I needed to change something,” I explained. She looked down at me sitting on the rug and I could see I made absolutely no sense. It was Read more…
I’ve changed my mind six times about today’s post. The topic is was change. Ironic? Moronic? Maybe. Things are changing all the time. Why are we resistant to some changes more than other? Kei’s little theory for today: All resistance to change is connected to fear of the unknown, and the Read more…
It took a long time to wake up this morning which is a drag because I got up early. Even a brisk walk with the dog couldn’t clear my head. Even while getting through the day’s tasks, I’ve been chewing on the same cud of a question all morning. “is Read more…
Garbage. All I’ve been thinking about all week is garbage. I just can’t stop thinking about it. ~ sex, lies, and videotape (1989) When I think about garbage, I think about clutter. Clutter makes me crazy. It’s beyond a sensitivity to it, I have a full-blown allergic reaction – paralytic wooziness. Read more…
Call me Ishmael. (Moby Dick) I am an invisible man. (Ralph Ellison) It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was a the age of foolishness, … (A Tale of Two Cities) Not all great books Read more…
In my early twenties I had a simultaneously high opinion of myself and not a clue who I was. I was a judgmental twat. It’s okay, when I look at my younger self I shake my head with loving patience. ‘She’ll learn in time’ present me smirks. My sense of Read more…
“I don’t have anything to do.” This is a common plaint of the nephews when they know exactly what they want to do but know it’s outside their reach. This is usually an activity involving a screen. It’s a version of the “I’m bored” whine I used to serve, sans Read more…
I love them. I love to soak in the soothing warmth of them and then wrap myself in their cashmere softness. Sometimes I inhale a perfect cluster of them that clears my head in a eucalyptus rush. Sometimes they come at me aggressively, all sharp angles and pointed jabs. And Read more…