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…

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…

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…

Get some s*#t done

I was reading recently that 18 percent of the population suffers from anxiety disorders. Pshaw. Those are just the numbers reflecting those who get officially diagnosed. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell you they’re much higher. Do you know how many suburban housewives have told me they pop Xanax regularly (“helpfully” provided via…

The scarlet letter

I know of only one way through life and that is forward. Not so good at standing still or moving backward. But it has not always been so. As a child, I was a tiny slip of a thing. Pale, bookish and shy, an anxious observer of life rather than much of a participant. If…