Finally, finally, all things Italy are done. The planning, the packing, the photos, the writing. And when you’ve spent the time that I have getting ready for a trip like this, there’s a kind of void after it’s over. A huge void. Kind of like the Grand Canyon. I just might be… …and I’m not…
Category: Hopes & Dreams
Solsticeness
I know the rest of the world seems to believe that Memorial Day is the kick off for summer, but somehow, the whole idea of that particular holiday kicking off anything has never quite sat right with me. Call me a party poopah, but there’s something way wrong about all those furniture sales, and car…
Teenagers, school, and grey hair.
How do we get to Friday so quickly now when it used to seem as if it was forever hovering in the distance of my pseudo nine-to-five work week? It’s amazing, and I’m left feeling yet again that I need some kind of a drive through where I can order a few more hours each…
Blog Wraps & Ballsy Mothers
Clearly, my blog is having an identity crisis. A few days ago, my aunt who lives in New York emailed and said my blog wasn’t loading. Outside of that sounding like some strange kind of medical condition, I cringed knowing that things didn’t bode well for my new theme. I put a message up at…
Open up that golden gate…
Some time last summer, my mother decided she needed an adventure. A permanent one. She figured that before she was too old to actually do something about it, she would relocate to the East Coast. Maybe that doesn’t sound like an adventure to some, but when you’ve lived in one place for over 40 years,…
Horoscopes and Fairy Godmothers
When I actually think to read my horror-scope, I like to read it at the end of the day. Somehow, it’s all so much more mysterious when given the day’s events, I’m able to analyze the extent to which the stars have been correct. Or at least that Holiday Mathis, who happens to write the…