All I need to do is name the place and you know what’s on my mind. All I wanted was for my son to be happy. I wanted him to have lots of friends and to do well in school. I wanted him to always believe in himself, to go out into the world with confidence and joy. I wanted him to be safe.
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
I’m sure this feeling of being stuck and making little progress on my creative endeavors while everyone else is growing and spreading their wings in awesome splendor and while they flap, flap covering me in dust and totally messing up my hair as they motor on by I’m sure this is just my mind exaggerating…
As I drive to work, I keep glancing at the sky, perhaps more than is wise. The sunrise is making orange sorbet with a touch of lemon meringue out of the clouds, as they sit in a china bowl of soft blue. In contrast, simple white clouds are stretched like cotton balls into thin, long…
Oh, if only it was that easy. Just follow the arrow and there it is, a lovely, lush interior garden. “Interior Gardens” is the name of the hydroponics and organic garden supply store I visited this weekend. While I pursue a lush exterior garden, I long most for lushness within. Instead, I am more like…
I am writing this on a Monday, a full moon Monday, where the silliest thing is making me smile. When I tell you what it is, you will shake your head, or maybe not, if you fancy yourself to be a woman who occasionally runs with the wolves. My 99 cent thrill is an application…
