Have you noticed the ominous silence emanating from this blog? Yeah, me too. I was writing writing, inspired inspired, and then BAM! Life, in its sadistic way, snuck up and smacked me in the face. It will come as no surprise to any of you that Robert and I have been contemplating a move to…
I’ve crossed the border between Italy and France enough times in the last year and a half to notice a few things. It’s just a tunnel, but three distinct changes occur when you go from the Italian side to the French side. The wine gets better. The drivers get worse. And the toilet seats disappear….
There is the side of ourselves we show freely to the world, and then there is the rest, the parts that make us who we really are. All the vulnerable, fascinating, complicated bits. These bits are the reason I still love humans when as a collective we pretty much suck. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, here…
Every time I come to Italy I step out of my Bainbridge Island comfort zone and every time, it demands that I grow and change. Like everyone, I have stupid fears and insecurities that make me avoid things that are probably easy for others. Past failures and embarrassments, along with my natural shyness tether me…
The whole family is here. Pop is here! Lola is here! Covid is here…a little souvenir L brought with her from London. She has been locked away since her arrival Monday night and I joined her Thursday morning after my test showed that stupid second line. The good news is that neither of us has…
This morning my good friend S. posted on Facebook about a new version of the “beloved” Shel Silverstein book ‘The Giving Tree’. The original is a lesson in codependence and is actually “behated” by myself and many other people. I have to think it’s only popular because it tricks people into crying at the end…
So, it happened again last week. Someone asking me if I’m pregnant when I’m not. How very easy it is to deflate an ego. I’ve been through it before, this mortification, but this time was extra special. I was working with someone I had hired to do a marketing related project for our business, a…
You know who’s the best? You guys. After my last post I had so many people reach out to me, by email, text, comment, phone, Facebook message, husband, currier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, morse code, and, dangnabbit, even in person. And just about everyone was saying, “Yes, I hear you, I’m in this place too.”…
I’ve been struggling. The kind of struggling that sometimes leads to Prozac or psychotherapy or big life changes. It’s not really an easy thing to talk about. When someone asks, “How’ve you been?” I don’t say “I’ve been unhappy with my life and not sure what to do about it.” But that is the truth…
I’m a lot of things, but “cool” isn’t one of them. The only times that word has been used to describe me it was in a sarcastic way or in a ‘it’s cool that you are okay with being such a dork’ way. And I’m fine with that. Just managing to not embarrass myself on a daily…
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