Forty five is weird, yo. I'm working really hard on embracing getting older. On accepting myself, just exactly as I am.
Today marks eight years since I've had my mother to talk to, and I so wish I could ask her what she remembers about the days when Barbie and I took a dip in her bath water...
I calmly got out of my car, walked over, and punched him in the throat. Then I walked back to my car with swagger that could rival Walt from Breaking Bad when he blows shit up...
My sister called and invited me to a restorative yoga class and because "Namaste home 'cause I'm busy eating my kid's Toblerone bar", did not seem like a good enough excuse to not leave the house, off I went. I had no idea what to expect of restorative yoga, I imagined all my rusty bits getting an undercoating, or someone sanding away at... Continue Reading →
For those of you wondering if you should hop on the Ketogenic low carb, no sugar, high fat (*cough cough* no fun), "lifestyle" train...this post is for you. This post is not for the hard core Keto-ers. You'll hate this. Look away. No really, stop reading. And please don't send me hate mail, or thwack... Continue Reading →
I'm allergic to wheat and that basically rules out all things delicious (especially deep fried doughy donuts) but who can resist them? They're warm. And mini. And rolled in icing sugar. So yeah, not me, man. And then bad things happened people. Bad. Things.
I love talking animal videos. Have ya'll watched Lucas the Spider? I can't even deal with my love for Lucas. Bloopers at the end of a movie make me ridiculously happy. I will be the last to leave the theater...just...in...case... I lie down in the shower and I'm not talking my bathtub. The stand up... Continue Reading →
Over the holidays I had one of those A-Ha moments. I felt a little like Oprah, but without the ability to give everyone a new car and my favorite cozy robe. It happened as I was giving some thought, as I often do, to the fact that my life hasn't turned out as I intended,... Continue Reading →
My father died. My biological father. Just like that. We had just spoken in the weeks before. By email of course. Because that was the relationship we had. A life in writing. He joked that my emails were longer than Tolstoy. I joked that he should grab a snack before reading. I don't think I... Continue Reading →