I’ve been stomping around in a grumpy funk, stewing over small slights (did he REALLY just leave that coffee cup at the sink instead of putting it in the dishwasher?), cursing bad drivers, and gnashing my teeth in frustration over work. This afternoon, while writing my grocery store list, I finally realized the reason behind… Continue reading Can I Give Mother’s Day a Bye?
Death has been a busy bastard this week. He caught up with me, delivering two sucker punches. I gasped, blindsided, not once but twice, at news that friends had succumbed to cancer. Only 69 years of age, first musician David Bowie and then actor Alan Rickman left our world. No, I didn’t actually know either… Continue reading When is Death Fair?
At this moment, I am somewhere deep in the Grand Canyon. Some friends and I are crossing from the south side to the north rim. I’ll be sure to post a detailed account of the trip, complete with what I imagine will be spectacular photos. It’s going to be a grand, epic adventure. In the… Continue reading Special Rocks for My Dad
Technically, Baby Luv isn’t even my cat; she originally belonged to our oldest child. Midway through our daughter’s junior year in high school, she adopted the cute orange tabby from the animal shelter. The kitten’s original name was Marmalade, but our fashion-forward daughter rechristened her after Paris Hilton’s pet kinkajou. Call us short-sighted, but we didn’t anticipate… Continue reading My Kitty Kills My Workouts
Food, they say, is love. A long-standing tradition at our house is first-day-of-school cookies. I’m not sure if this yearly treat started out for the kids or for me. True, there’s nothing better than the smell of freshly-baked, homemade cookies when you walk in the front door, but there’s something incredibly relaxing about baking in… Continue reading First-Day-of-School Cookies Never Grow Old
The two of us floated in the crystal-clear turquoise seawater of Hawksnest Bay and talked about tanning as teenagers. Background: I packed two one-gallon plastic bags of sunscreen for our week-long getaway to St. John, USVI. There was the ultra sunblock for extra-sensitive baby skin (yes, even though I’m 53, I wear baby sunscreen) and some… Continue reading Beaches, Tanning, and Sunscreen
We made anguished, strangled noises, something between a sob and a shout. “Oh my God,” I exclaimed to my husband, who had leapt to his feet in the living room, “was that an own goal?” It was, he bleakly ascertained. We watched the replay, stunned to see such a gut-wrenching error in the final minutes… Continue reading Good Sportsmanship Knows No Gender
As I sat on the grassy knoll overlooking the Big Air ramp last night, eagerly anticipating my BMX idol Morgan Wade doing his thing, I couldn’t help but listen to some of the conversations around me. And this stood out: “Man, I can’t wait for Metallica tonight. I grew up with those guys.” I surreptitiously turned… Continue reading Growing Up With Metallica
I am a champion bather. The only things that I do better than drawing and enjoying a relaxing tub of water are selecting delicious recipes and weeding the yard. If these things were Olympic sports, I’d have gold medals and dominate the world. Sadly, those games don’t yet exist, so my talents remain hidden in obscurity.… Continue reading The Art of The Bath
Early that Wednesday morning, I was standing in a doorway, one hand fiercely gripping its metal frame, the other arm cradling my 9-months-pregnant belly. I focused through a very painful contraction, breathing deeply and rhythmically. He, he, he, he, WHO, WHO. As the waves of pain receded, I looked up…only to be greeted by an entire… Continue reading He, He, He, He, WHO, WHO (Ode to Lamaze)