Conscious Uncoupling: A Love Story

There are no wedding pictures of Simon and I in our house.  This particular fact bothers our daughter. But, for me, it’s just part and parcel of how much Simon and I have changed since 2006. He had a different name then and presented in the world in a way that never quite sat right... Continue Reading →

Time for a Post-Pandemic Recalibration

A friend asked me recently if I’m a hugger. We met post-pandemic, are new friends and are still in that stage where these little revelations are significant. “Yes!” I enthused. Followed by a pause. “Well, I think I am.” More pausing. “I suppose I’m a hugger more in theory than in practice now.” The pandemic... Continue Reading →

Out of Focus

My focus landed wrong in this picture.  That’s what taking a photo with my glasses on leads to: imperfect focus. I can’t see what’s on the screen. So I have no idea what I’m capturing. Just an image of what should be there. But then I thought, who is to say that bud there in... Continue Reading →

Liturgy for a Wednesday Morning

If you stumble upon a sunrise, that perhaps isn’t really a sunrise so much as morning light capturing your not-yet-caffeinated-enough brain, rejoice. This is a gift of possibility. Hold it lightly. See what it becomes. If you glimpse nature in all her finery, which may look more like the slightly ragged, down-to-earthness of scraggly pines,... Continue Reading →

It’s the Final Countdown (to 365, baby)

Perimenopause can suck it.  For real. I cannot be physically AND emotionally tired all the time. That just lacks practicality.  And the hot flashes, blood flowing through my body like molten lava. So cliché. And distracting as hell.  I sleep just fine. As long as I ingest a couple teaspoons of magnesium before bed. If... Continue Reading →

Get Low (Low, Low, Low)

I can get a little bit in my head about things.  Alright, I can get a lot in my head about things. It’s gotten better with age–I’ve learned to rouse myself out of my inward spiral, take a look around, notice that birds are singing, bees are buzzing, and life is occurring all around me. ... Continue Reading →

Surviving Shitty Election Results

I woke up at 4:25 this morning and immediately opened the AJC to look at the election results. Some of my friends spent the past week vacillating between fretting over a potential loss for Stacey Abrams and trying to be doggedly hopeful so that would be the energy that got released out into the universe.... Continue Reading →

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