Do you ever just feel like no one hears you? As if you’re floating under the Pacific screaming “SHARK!” and the rest of the world is sunning themselves on the beach and watching their kids splash in the waves with sand on their arses? Case in Point: For the past few weeks my hair has […]
I’ve been thinking about time a lot lately. Specifically: Where has it all gone? How can I get more of it? Why’s it moving so damn fast? I have none. Is it really possible to bend it? (Keep reading.) Last week I had a short coaching session with one of Martha Beck’s Master Coaches – […]
I haven’t had much to say. Maybe you’ve noticed. More likely you were busy fighting with family over the turkey neck , making popcorn garland interspersed with bright red cranberries and hiding your kid’s frightening Furby on the back shelf at the top of your closet. Perhaps you’ve been hanging out in said closet, below […]
Maybe it’s the Virgo in me, but I actually like New Year’s “Resolutions.” I also enjoy taking the hundreds of books off of my book shelf each year, caressing them gently with a dust cloth, making out with them, and adding them to the book app on my phone, so that I don’t buy the […]
In the tradition of top ten lists everywhere, I’m instituting the beginnings of my own tradition – a list of top things I’d rather do than shop on Black Friday. Enjoy. Insert a moist parasite into the depths of my bowels with a pair of tongs. Shave my armpits with a lice infested cheese grater. […]
This isn’t over. Me and this… menopause… perimenopause… just o’ pause. I just went to the grocery store and, while standing over the pre-baked lemon-herbed chickens, I had this overwhelming urge to rip my Rock & Republic jeans off. Like right in the front of the chubby-cheeked children still in their church clothes begging their […]
Oh. Dear. God. Above… I think I’m having hot flashes. Is it menopause? Perimenopause? Just-o’-pause? Come on baby, light my fire? I’ve never worried about the “change of life” before. Ever. I mean I’ve actually looked forward to it after years of Stage IV Endometriosis and cramps that have left me crying, cuddled in the […]
All signs point to the fact that I’m a helper. A giver. The right-hand. Over the past twenty-five years I’ve taken test after test and read book after book: Myers Briggs, Enneagram, Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs, astrology, the color code, you name it, and continually found that I’m the helper. Hell, I was even born […]
I’m exhausted. And I’ve only been dating online for about three months after taking a three and a half year hiatus from the opposite sex. The rules have changed, ladies. About six months ago I created a profile on one of those online dating sites drizzled with pink hearts and percentages of a match to […]
I’m about to admit something very un-American. I hate politics. I suck at politics. I don’t understand politics. I think this began when I was five and I stood in the hallway of our single wide trailer, clutching my Baby Alive with the wet bum (the Baby Alive, not me), and had severe angst as […]
