Cacophony

I’ve been letting those voices get into my head. Not schizophrenic type voices. No worries there. As a therapist friend once told me, “You’re so solid and Midwestern it’s scary. Freak out a little, for God’s sake.” What I’ve been hearing are the voices of the people I interact with in my life. If you’re…

Fountain reflections

I see the young businesswoman sitting by the courtyard fountain, checking her phone and looking a bit chagrined. She looks up at the sky, mentally chewing on something. It’s not a happy look. I note the slump of her shoulders, the tight corners of her mouth. And I am taken back a couple of decades….

The perils of pants shopping

It appeared to be an easy mission. All I wanted was a pair of pants. My friend Meg came along for the ride, to provide moral support on what could only be termed a “fat day” for me. If you are a woman, you will know what I mean. For you uninitiated men out there,…

Witness

Originally posted on A Holistic Journey:
I was chopping vegetables for dinner, silent tears running down my face. I had just gotten off the phone with my sister. It was cancer. She was terrified and feeling alone, despite the love I tried to pour through the phone. All I could do was listen and witness…

Not a beauty pageant

I’ve tried so hard. Tried so hard not to bring politics into my blog, my tweets, discussions at dinner parties. Usually, it’s not so difficult, really. I have no illusions about why people read my blog. It’s not for my political savvy. I’ve always, frankly, wondered at those who post their political views on Facebook,…

Let it go

Do not turn on your heel and run. I PROMISE you this post has nothing to do with the “Frozen” song. I would not do that to you, peeps. Especially after too many of us having to sit through umpteen versions of this song in school talent shows. Is it really wise to allow eight…

Motherhood and apple pie

Here in the States, where we are about to celebrate Mother’s Day, we have a folksy saying that involves motherhood and apple pie. When describing things quintessentially American, motherhood and apple pie are about as sacred as it gets, besides our flag. The saying has been toyed with over the years, its meaning morphing to…

Vroom vroom

I am not supposed to admit this. It will only lead to disapproving stares, however thinly veiled, at my local grocery or on the school sporting fields. I enjoy an admiring male stare, the rev of an engine as it passes by, an appreciative sideways glance. In my conservative town, an admission such as this…

Looking for kismet? It’s in my filing cabinet.

It is amazing how long it can take to clear out the remnants of a former life. It is more remarkable that you find you are clearing out remnants of your former self. As you clear out physical items you no longer need, you realize you have also cleared out pieces of yourself that are…

Search and rescue

My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.” She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back on a life filled with worry about making the right choices and realizing, in the end, most of…

Match.com, you make me cry

I was ready. I mean it, ready. Two years out of a divorce. Lessons learned. Progress made. Ready to try to fit someone into this crazy life. If you know me, you know I hate online dating. I’ve been clear about that already. But I also know that with a schedule and locale like mine,…

Two out of three ain’t bad

Except when it is bad. I’m not sure quoting the title of a Meat Loaf Song is an auspicious beginning for a blog anyway but here goes. Three of us. There have been three of us going to the gynecologist together for the past several years. When we can coordinate our annuals. Have you turned…