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…

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…

Exchange in a coffee shop

There was no avoiding her, in my mind. She was right there, center stage in my line of vision, put in my path for a reason. Last night, a friend and I had dinner, then stopped by a local coffee shop. As she went to the counter to get fixings for her coffee, I came…

Changing the world? No. Just a tiny corner of it.

When I was young and full of fire to change the world, I was rather disappointed to realize my lack of impact. My purchase of lunch for the homeless man I saw each day on the downtown streets near my office building was a crapshoot. I never did know if he ate the ham and…

Right back ‘atcha

I was raised to chat people up. My dad was a fan of connection and passed on the gene. Mom? Not so much. She was more reserved. When people would finish a chat with my father, they tended to say things like, “Loved meeting you, Richard” or “Thanks for the laugh.” To which my father…

Holding space

In this phase of my life, I find myself a space holder. It’s a sacred job, one many don’t really think about much. Until you require a space holder. Or someone you love does. Holding space for someone you love means that you are solid and impermeable, even as they get buffeted by the winds of…

When lighting a candle . . .

. . . it is best to make a wish. Or so my mother told me. So when I found myself on Christmas Eve, in single-digit weather, lighting hundreds of candles lining my street, I had a wealth of wishes. I decided not to be greedy. As I lit the luminaries in front of each…

Jordache jeans, make me a woman. Please.

I did not have “the look.” But I knew I wanted it. The particular look in question was not explicitly spelled out in the early 1980s Jordache jeans commercial that started my frenzy of confusing “want” with “need.” Let’s just say it involved multiple women in some odd tube-top outfits carrying what looked like the…

Christmas accomplished

I have a beef with the whole holiday hoopla. A beef I might not normally share but since I have the luxury of a platform (this blog) and an entire large container of Costco peppermint bark next to me, why not? Grab a cuppa’ and join me. I blame TJ Maxx. (Ok, Marshalls and HomeGoods…

Feeding my starving children and a dead neighbor

Crass title. But, unfortunately, an all-too-true title. My good intentions got me nowhere this week. They say intention matters but I’m more of a “where the rubber hits the road” kind of gal. If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hem and haw about how you’re planning to do it, meant to do…

Give it up

I will never hold a garage, tag or yard sale. Yes, I said never. On this point, I’m clear and sure. And it’s not just because I can’t stand the thought of giving odd strangers the license to paw through my things and case my house. I’m a giver, you see. I have many faults….