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…

Dust in the wind

The unexpected forecast last weekend was for dust in the wind—at least in my hometown. Not coincidentally, just a couple of days ago I looked much like the young boy you see pictured here. If you read my recent blog on romance and all things related, you will remember that I wrote a letter to…

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…

Present in the present

I see the pain in my son’s face over the pain he has caused someone else. He wishes he could take what he has said and done back, but instead he covers his regret with bravado. And me? I try very hard not to go old-school on him and lecture. Because some things cannot be…

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…

Fallen idols

When the student is ready, the teacher appears. And when the lesson is over, be it days or years, that’s usually when the scenery changes, for me. I have a steady cast of characters in my life—my family and very close friends. But I also have an ever-changing ensemble. I like to think of these…

Gal pals

They get me. That in itself is amazing. They get quirky ‘ole me. And they show up. Not always, not in every way I hope for, but I can be a bit unreasonable that way, truth be told. Girlfriends who show up are worth more than all the tea in China. And that folksy saying…

Got brave. Forgot the beret.

My brand new painting is gracing my laundry room. I’m not saying “my” because I bought it. I say “my” because the artist is moi. Take that, Mary Ann. For the uninitiated among you, Mary Ann was my third-grade nemesis in art class and one of the reasons I’ll never understand the term “art therapy”….

What the divorced won’t tell their married friends

I was sleeping in my son’s bed. I was not alone. I had a multitude of stuffed animals surrounding me, arranged in the protective circle within which he liked to sleep. He was at his father’s house with his brother for the weekend. And me? I was a newbie to this whole divorce thing. It…

Knock knock

My girls are coming to town. My posse, my peeps, my peripatetic pals. Sorry. When former English majors get psyched, we tend toward too much alliteration. A male friend recently asked me what my BFFs and I do all weekend, mentioning if this were men there’d be a lot of sports watching, beer drinking and…

I don’t let just anyone call me awful nicknames

Only my kindred spirit, Audrey. I believe my big sisters tried to do so, but with little success. None of their monikers stuck. I’m still here and Audrey is not. Her awful nickname for me is still here also. And there must be a reason for that. I met Audrey at the ripe old age…