I've walked the beach and eaten ice cream. I've gotten a slight tan and sweated while taking Bella around and around the block. I ran the 5k (slower than last year but ran just the same). I've washed the sheets, and vacuumed the rugs. I've thrown open the windows and turned on the air. I've… Continue reading Summer’s arrival
While he was watching the sun set, I was watching him. Bella didn’t understand why we were staring.She thought it was boring. I told her: “Sometimes you get really lucky and find a good man. Sometimes you live in a place with nice weather. Today, I have both. So I guess, really, I have it all.” She… Continue reading My guy
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
The thing about getting a dog is that the dog needs to be exercised. I like working out as much as the next person (see not at all), but I do it because it is good for my body and I am trying to slow the aging process down as much as possible. But Bella… Continue reading The joy of running
I did not filter the lilac bush. Nor the scent of it’s perfume dancing across the porch. Lately, I am feeling awe stricken by how round the world can be. Spring comes and goes, so does hurt, so does everything. The lilacs bloom and then die, so too the other worldly creatures-myself included. You are… Continue reading jeweled perfume
First ice cream. John, Bella and I walked up to the snowball stand. Bella had her first frosty paw, licking gently out of the cup and biting the paper unsure of what exactly she was eating. John got raspberry with marshmallow. And I, of course, had vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. A classic, a necessity. A… Continue reading ’tis the season.
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading Spring
I have a lot of anger that doesn't know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I've bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don't think it's unusual for someone to… Continue reading Thursday’s child is full of grace