Dark Side of the Moon

Is this just the dark phase of the moon, the part of the cycle when all light wanes and is gone, a new moon basking in the glory of the sun without tolerating our dusky shadow?  Or is it the darkness before the waxing, the building up again of the light? And how dark will Read More …

Garden Carnage

Oy. Oy. Oy. The joys of older home ownership. Like snaking clumps of clay from the sewer line. Like calling a plumber and he says, “that’s not good.” Like said plumber confirming that the sewer line has to be dug out…through the landscaping that you designed, excavated, and toiled months to put in. Like… You Read More …

Shifting Routines

Adopting another being to live in your home creates a shift.  Energy and routines change. I find myself there.  Zoey and Mercedes, the kitty, are developing an uneasy peace. Uneasy more from Mercedes’ point of view.  She understandably gets riled up at this giant creature who puts a big paw on her and insists that Read More …

Playing God Means Showing Up No Matter What

There’s a thin white line that I must cross every morning in order to write.  It’s like treading over inches of freshly fallen snow –  that coming out of sleep process – a hush that heightens story-telling because characters speak and scenes unfold on their own.  I don’t have to work hard to get things rolling. Except Read More …

Wendigo

It is here. Out there in starless cold. Outside the window, see? No! Don’t draw the shade! It already knows. Don’t you hear that? Glass panes rattle under its breath, fouled with decay. It smelled me. From afar, over lake ice and valleys scrubbed of snow by bitter winds sweeping endlessly from the North– It is Read More …

Day 13

Day 13 finds me in a better place than Days 1-4.  Detox.  It’s the part that I hate.  But after…energy comes.  I am feeling better.  Gone:  my bloated belly, the nighttime GERD, the pain in my diaphragm, sleeplessness, and 3 lbs of body fat.  My clothes fit better and I have more energy for Em.  Read More …

Breath

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don’t worry about the punctuation or the words just let them flow out of the mess of the morning if it truly was a mess it is just the ramblings of a tired woman who ran on the treadmill and feels loose and fit or fitter and there is the beating Read More …

Out Of The Valley

Being tired from working through my end-of-summer punch list is suddenly indulgent when Cohco told me that her cousin just died. At 21. Of a heart attack. No known health issues. No obesity. WT#? And I zip back to June 18, 1997.  Leslie’s death date. Really I don’t want to make any of my friend’s loss about Read More …

My Gnarly, Hairy Anxiety Attack

Anxiety sucks. Period.  I’m not entirely sure when it started festering for me, but on July 1st I had my first (and hopefully last) full-blown, call-the-paramedics-I-think-I’m-having-a heart-event anxiety attack. Except I wasn’t dying… Not in front of the child, that thought made my heart race even faster.  “I could publish a textbook on what an ideal heart beat looks Read More …