Fluffy is alive

I thought I’d kicked the habit. Broken out of the age-old pattern in my family of fearing the worst, preparing for it ad nauseam. Because in my family of origin, if the worst hits and you’re unprepared, then shame on you. What did you not think of? What lack on your part could have stemmed…

Midnight moments off the mapped path

I sat bolt upright in bed, the impact of it hitting me—my youngest son and I have five years together if I’m lucky. Two if Fate is feeling fickle and he goes to a high school that requires boarding. My middle-aged self inhaled deeply, trying to calm the shallow breaths that thought created. For those…

Just save the bird

Last week, I began to feel a wee bit overwhelmed, what with a minor surgery I didn’t want to have, a plethora of work deadlines, upcoming travel, global warming, the absolute cluelessness of the man running my country. You get the picture. Us creative types should really just breathe and take it one moment at…

Growing wings on the downdraft

A loved one once told me that I regularly jump off the metaphorical cliff and figure it out on the way down. Damn straight I do. You know why? Because it took me a few decades in life to learn I could grow wings on the downdraft. As a child, I was schooled by careful…

Wayfaring

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me like silk, bluer than the summer sky. I adjusted my snorkel mask and entered that silent underworld, the…

One-sided conversations in the kitchen

When all else fails, I make my mother’s spaghetti. When weeks are hard and binging on the Gilmore Girls on Netflix does not bring sufficient comfort, a girl has to step it up a bit. I even tried Baileys and coffee in front of the fire, but alas, my mother’s spaghetti it is not. I…

Ordering up the secret sauce

When I am too much in my head, I search for an outlet for the anxiety, the racing thoughts, the bedlam any of us experiences if we let our intellect completely run wild. As a little girl, I retreated into the world of books. It allowed me to escape from my own world, which was…

“Step away, ma’am”

This time of year, Facebook and Twitter abound with jokes from women about their over-consumption of food—be it Halloween candy or Thanksgiving desserts. My favorite line with friends is: “Put your hands up and step away from the Almond Joy/pumpkin cheesecake/Twix bar/[fill in your favorite sweet], ma’am.” But the Universe has played a little trick…

On vanities

Metaphorical vanities? Not really my focus. I’m talking about the physical type here. My bathroom vanity. And, knowing me, I may throw a bit of metaphorical mumbo jumbo in at the end. Spoiler alert. The work I have done for the past few years has been steady, good work. Award-winning work, in fact. Recognized by…

The weight of the wait

“At times life seems an enormous waiting room with no destination, in which some walk stiffly to and fro, waiting for the pain to stop. Others wait for something good to happen. Still others fear that something bad will begin. The driven plan while they wait. I am each of them. It is such a…

Another day, another sayonara to my ego

Ego. Ugh. I despise that word. In many circles, it means the bit of you that gets too big for its britches. The one that boasts, brags or feels entitled. And don’t tell me you don’t have that bit. We all do. We all make asses of ourselves occasionally. Even you, my angel. Ego is…

My pipe dream today? Showering solo

My shower was a bit cramped this morning. It didn’t start out that way but by the time I was finished, the trail of people stepping out with me resembled a clown car parade. As the hot water ran deliciously down my back, I luxuriated in the quiet, the peace. And then it began. First,…