The givers

My friend Kate is pushing my grocery cart for me. And she is doing this while brandishing a Christmas wreath I’ve chosen to buy. It’s looped over her right forearm, like a medieval shield, as she does battle with the pre-Thanksgiving shoppers. She’s a tiny formidable force in Whole Foods, tooling down the aisles like…

Out of the straightaway, into the curve

I am jarred every time. I can’t get used to it and I don’t think I want to. As I flip through the dating app, swiping left and right as if perusing clothes on a rack, a friend’s ex-husband appears. Oy. Forgive my lack of eloquence. What to say? I still can’t get used to…

Dancing with Janet

I am in a small, hot room in the middle of winter. Although I look like I’m dressed for aerobics, the (much) older people around me look like they could be heading to the grocery store. Luke Bryan comes through the speaker, telling me what makes me “country.” Thanks, Luke, but I am really not…

“So, when you least expect it . . .”

I’d love to blame it on the damn psychic. Many years ago, an intuitive told me I had fulfilled my purpose for this lifetime in 2006 and was “sticking around” solely to bring strength to others. She made it sound like from there on in, it was all extra credit. I don’t mind extra credit….

On newfangled doors and old-fangled ladies

The minute the words were out of my mouth, I could hardly believe I said them. As I held the automatic door open for the young mom with a baby in her arms and a toddler in the stroller, she thanked me. The button to activate the door wasn’t working. “I remember being in your…

Are you a Big Deal?

As I type this blog entry, my mind is elsewhere. It’s on a man for whom I just wrote a farewell speech. He is whip-smart, classy and—my favorite trait of all—humble. Despite the fact that he has funneled millions of dollars into all the right hands to help change the world for the better, you’d…

Coffee talk

If we were having coffee this week, I’d probably offer to make it. Given that I invested far too much in every coffee-making system out there over the past few months—searching for the Mother of all coffee experiences—it only seems fitting you benefit from my failed experiments. So, with your sustainable coffee in hand—brewed in…

A much needed conversation

“Speak to me, God,” I said, while driving through the countryside. I was on my way to a friend’s lake house, in search of the space that used to exist between my shoulders and my ears. I spoke my request and then fell silent. Almost instantaneously, the sweetgrass smell of farms and meadows, the heady…

Kristineapalooza

I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I gave much of my wardrobe away during the festivities. In this way, it wasn’t really…

All the wrong things

I’ve been worrying about all the wrong things. Last night, what kept me awake was seemingly important– the dirty dishes in the sink, the weight I want to lose, the fine lines forming around my mouth. Back-to-school haircuts and a plethora of deadlines rounded out the list, along with regrets over trusting someone in a…

Love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

“Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.” –Led Zeppelin Oh, there is, LZ. And I just helped her get married. If one can “help” someone do such a thing. A good friend recently remarried. A friend who reached out to me soon after my…

Add it to my tab

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago to be included in an anthology but instead, offer it here to you. It needed to sit for a bit and bake in my head, so to speak. As I hit almost 13,000 followers and 124 countries, I am thankful for your readership, your kind comments…