Summertime

Summer descended on Atlanta. The air is thick, close, heavy. The sun shines gloriously, deceptively beautiful enough that you believe you need to shimmy into its radiance. Until you do and the heat sucks your breath right from your lungs. The reprieve of the shade soothes, though. And when a breeze deigns to grace Atlanta,Continue reading “Summertime”

Scholastic Book Fair Fangirl

Walking into the Scholastic Book Fair as a kid made me tingle with anticipation. All those Apple paperbacks lined up just so, each of them a whole little world contained in its pages. And then there were the scented erasers, which I collected like trading cards but refused to use. Ever.  At 9 years old,Continue reading “Scholastic Book Fair Fangirl”

Wrong Side of the Bed

Wake up, brain churning, moving toward the to-do list, sucked into its gravitational pull. But the list reeks of scarcity and scrambling. Reset. Gratitude isn’t cosmic & significant this morning.  It’s dog videos and raisin toast and the kid in her unicorn shirt–looking the perfect combination of the baby she was & the grown personContinue reading “Wrong Side of the Bed”

Quarantine Quirks: Social Anxiety

We’re all so weird. Universally. We’re bananas. And that’s okay. I used to look around and think “God, how do all these people have their shit so together, and I’m a mess?” But then I realized that they don’t. Have their shit together, that is. Everyone’s got stuff they’re muddling through. Some of us justContinue reading “Quarantine Quirks: Social Anxiety”

Is There An “Easy” Setting for this Parenting Game?

My kid is easy to parent. Mostly. I guess what’s more accurate is that she’s kind of an old soul. And her emotional intelligence is spot on. So it doesn’t take a lot of explaining to get her to see someone else’s point of view or to get her to make an empathic leap. But,Continue reading “Is There An “Easy” Setting for this Parenting Game?”

Maybe My Words Get Lost In Space

Jane has developed a slight listening problem lately. Don’t be alarmed. I’m sure it’s not permanent. Symptoms include not hearing me tell her to do something the first (second or third) time, an inability to cut that shit out when I tell her to, and a profound misunderstanding of what “put your stuff AWAY” means.Continue reading “Maybe My Words Get Lost In Space”

Toxic Masculinity Can Kiss My…

I try to approach life with gratitude. I think Oprah told me to do that once, and I listen to Ms. O. Also, the AAers may have mentioned it…. So, yeah, Attitude of Gratitude over here. The gratitude portion of today’s programming goes something like this: I am grateful that my body is healthy andContinue reading “Toxic Masculinity Can Kiss My…”