I took a deep breath as I weighed in and they wrote very boldly on my hand, my weight for all to see. I signed a waiver, acknowledging that what I was doing could be dangerous, I had no medical conditions and that I was sane, and was sent out to wait my turn. Read More...

In my next life – I want to be a better juggler. Seriously – I suck. There are SO many things I want and need to do each day – I end up getting that “deer in the headlights” look and freeze with indecision. I bowled the same way – whenever I got a split my bowling ball ended up going right down the middle – I just couldn’t choose which pin to go after, I wanted them both! (which may be why I gave up bowling about 20 years ago). Read More...

Despite the facts that my degree is in political science, I worked for the Federal government for many years, and I believe vehemently in the obligation as well as the right of every American to educate themselves and vote according to what they believe, I have to admit I don't follow the primaries as closely as I could.  I think it's a case of information overload.  Read More...

I have always been drawn to the company of creative, independent womyn. But I have always had difficulty getting to know – and getting known – by these womyn. I don’t make friends easily – it takes quite a long time for me to get beyond the superficial. Let’s face it – I suck at small talk. I have always been the wall flower at group events. Read More...

Some days I think my life is an utter disaster, bills and laundry piling up, correspondences unanswered, the dishwasher needing to be unloaded, again, inspections, insurance, reviews, and for heavens sake who could bear to look at those horrible fingernails? I find modern urban/suburban life just so overwhelming at times. I think anyone who’s house is immaculate, children are polite well behaved overachievers and who can sip martinis, politely knowing they haven’t overdrawn their bank account, again, must be freaks of nature, genetically superior in some way. Read More...

The last Christmas light has been taken down. Karl, the Christmas tree, is out by the curb waiting to become mulch. There is not even the hint of a sugar cookie within 50’ of the house.

Life returns to normal. But not really. Our normal has changed. This has been my 49th holiday season and one that I am very, very glad to see end. Read More...

I am a creative, artistic womyn. I design amazing quilts, orchestrate awesome paint schemes, and develop riveting fictional plots. I am constantly creating. Read More...

Before I start, let me say two things:

I don’t know Jamie Lynn Spears or the Spears family, so all my thoughts are just that…thoughts and conjecture.
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There’s something magical about rainbows. They are elusive, intangible, and infinitely beautiful. One would expect to find such mystical creations only in paradise – the finishing touch of perfection. But rainbows weren’t intended for perfect days. Read More...

A friend of mine commented that she found my blog a little, uh, distasteful, even a bit morbid. I would like to state for the record that I am not obsessed with deceased parrots or other dead things, just infinitely curious. When the universe presents us with an opportunity, we should feel at liberty to take advantage of it (though this is not especially good advice to offer kids - especially adolescents - without some sort of caveat). Read More...