On being forceably severed….

One of the worst feelings is being cut off. From people, places, things...it just kind of sucks. And maybe it's not actually BEING cut off, but FEELING cut off. I'm someone that likes, even needs, to feel connected at all times. I haven't watched the morning news in several days and that's starting to get … Continue reading On being forceably severed….

On keeping things regular….

WARNING: Jesus post ahead. Because I am a creature of habit, there are things that happen every day and every week in my life, typically without fail. I have the same routine every morning...wake up, check the news, jump in the shower, put on makeup and clothes, comb my hair, drink my coffee, blowdry my … Continue reading On keeping things regular….

On stopping to smell the roses….

A little more than ten years ago, I was living in Minnesota and generally hating life. So to help myself make it through some really rough days, weeks, and months, I started writing down things that made me happy. I called them Simple Pleasures. My best friend would help me from time to time...she came … Continue reading On stopping to smell the roses….

On states of mind and being….

I am a firm believer in the Sacred Space. I think we all need one. A place to be at peace. A place to be alone with thoughts and feelings, no matter what they are. For a long time, I've always considered the Sacred Space to be somewhere in my house. I love setting up … Continue reading On states of mind and being….

On the cost of joy….

Indulgence is kind of a funny thing, isn't it? It seems to have such hedonistic connotations associated with it. When I think of indulgence, I often think of over-spending or over-eating...things like that. I wonder, though, if that's just my childish view of indulgence seeping into my adult mind. When I was a kid, there … Continue reading On the cost of joy….

On time standing still….

There are plenty of things that happen in my life that just take way too long. Things like waiting in line at the grocery store. Or getting my meal after I've ordered at certain restaurants. Or driving from place X to place Y (I'd much rather fly). But maybe the thing that takes much longer … Continue reading On time standing still….

On living up to my own expectations….

I've been doing a lot of introspection lately. Part of it stems from an article I read while having trash magazine/Emmy's/dinner time with a friend over the weekend. I read a lot of interesting, thought-provoking articles, but most of them come from the likes of The New Yorker and Vanity Fair. It isn't very often … Continue reading On living up to my own expectations….

On loving the living dead….

Fall arrives (officially) on Friday. I always say that fall arrives with the first NFL game of the season...that's always been a good marker for me. Football season, for me, equals the following: lazy Sundays, delicious soups, cozy sweatpants and sweatshirts, fuzzy blankets, afternoon naps, seven-layer dip, a house full of friends. Generally speaking, I … Continue reading On loving the living dead….

On things that make me, me….

I've done these kinds of things before so it's not like this is new or different. However, it's Friday and I have nothing terribly interesting to write about (yet) so this is the best I can do right now. Ten Random Facts About Me1. My parents have effectively scarred me for life. "How?" you ask. … Continue reading On things that make me, me….

On showing my scars….

From time to time, Life likes to smack me up-side the head with a good reminder of how old I am. It doesn't happen all that often, but when it does...hoo boy! It's a solid reminder that I am far too old to be making the same silly choices I made in my 20s. Sometimes … Continue reading On showing my scars….