You say you love kale but no one love loves kale. Some friend of yours graduated from nutition school and told you kale was food of the gods or you read that kale was a super food in a magazine that also gave you tips for hotter sex and the latest fad yoga pose, complimented […]Read more "Kale Lovers Are Masochistic MoFos"
“Honey, Sweetheart. The dogs want to go for a walk. It’s noon. They can’t wait any longer. Are you OK to hike the trails now?” My husband gingerly ran his fingers through my dirty hair. When he slowed down I knew he was enjoying the sparkle of my silvery streaks against my dark brown. I […]Read more "What would I do without you?"
You heard this before, on that night we finished five bottles of wine between the four of us over piles of pasta. Or you tuned in after you returned to the campfire on Rock Island once you discovered the proper marshmallow roasting sticks. Or you caught me frozen and staring at Samsonite suitcases at the […]Read more "Spruced Up Suitcases"
My brother accuses me of remembering wrong, so please forgive me for mixing up my memories. No matter how hard I try, my mind stitches up many images from my past into a crazy colorful quilt apparently only I find fairly comforting. Frankly, it’s no wonder my memory quilt itches, tickles, and yet never feels […]Read more "Sitting chicken"
Every birthday, the inevitable judgment shadows my quiet morning routine, usually spent drinking coffee on the couch with my dog snuggled at my feet. Why do my thighs now display a depressing topography that could never belong to the land of Laura? From where did those rifts and drifts develop? Is that fatty phenomenon related […]Read more "Personal New Year"
Tonight, the night after a long successful month, I find myself restless again. A few weeks ago I asked some friends on Facebook what topic I should blog about next and the response voting for “Goals – When to fight and when to let go?” surprised me. Before I go on reflecting on my recent goal-setting […]Read more "Goals- When to fight and when to let go?"
Sleep fails me this evening. My eyes and thoughts wander around and up and down like I’ve trapped myself into a virtual amusement ride. All of my senses stray from rest. My nose smells skunk, my ears hear street lights, my fingers feel the itchy air prick at what should be smooth slumbering heaven, and […]Read more "Sheep, Steep, and Sleep"