I've gotten nothing done. I had a series I fully intended to write, multiple things I have talked about recording and releasing... and the bare truth here is that I simply haven't done it. I have a pocket full of excuses -- I have two kids, a schedule that leaves me with around an hour … Continue reading Life On Hold
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This is for the moms whose vacations were taken in the aisles of grocery stores, at the tables of cafés, in efficient trips to the shopping mall or gym.
I am not an optimist. In fact, I am an anxiety-ridden pessimist that will imagine the worst case of any given scenario. One day, my husband said to me: "You know the worst outcome isn't any more likely than any other outcome." "Yeah, so? It could still happen." "So could the best outcome. Why not … Continue reading Good Things Will Happen
Some days I give so much of my love away that I forget to leave any for myself.
my love, we live in a den full of thieves
There is a space between you and me that measuresthe exact distancerequiredfor a wild animalto turn from deadlyto cute. It is the kind of distancethat plays tricks on the eye --blurring harsh edges,leaving only pointillistic impressionsthat tickle the most palatable of memories. It is the size ofscribblescoalescing into sense,kitchen knivesmistaken forwooden spoons. Ours is the … Continue reading A Safe Distance
I've forgottenwhat it's liketo just exist. To leave without taking anyonewith me.To abandon the photographs, and mental notes, and the scriptsof what I'll tell them allwhen I gethome. My stories are just that --mine. They don't cease to exist just because I didn't share them. And if they do,that's okay too. Maybethey alreadyaccomplishedwhat they needed … Continue reading Reminder.
So... I couldn't wait any longer! Here it is, the final episode along with the audio version:
It seems to methat there’s been some confusion in the news, in the mediain the comments sections,and around the family dinner table about where to aimthe blamefor our every disappointment,every perceived — and rarely felt —economic threat,every culturally-dictated fantasythat failed to come to fruition. It’s the immigrants, they say.The welfare collectors.The addicts.The poor. But I … Continue reading Only —