When your grown ass kid, now all adultish with a paycheck, 401k and bills of her own, asks if you to go on a ski weekend with her you better well say yes. So when Kid2 invited me, I didn’t hesitate: you’re goddamn right I will because those teenage years were no picnic and now I get to hang with an awesome human. She texted – nobody calls, geesh mom –
While it seems the entire country is cleaning up and clearing out closets, cupboards, and creepy, crawly basements by saying good-bye to items that no longer spark joy, some people aren’t feeling the magic. Marie Kondo, the best-selling author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing is helping thousands (maybe millions with a new Netflix show), clear lives of clutter and keep only what sparks joy.
There were three of us standing around, after a meeting, chatting. Making small talk, about the elections, work, kids. One of the somebodies brought up my blog, commented they read something I wrote and really, really liked it (which I can never hear too much of). She then asked what I’m working on now. “Oh, I dunno. I’m trying to figure out what I want to do, and how to do
New Year, new list. Or maybe it’s just a matter of moving old items to a new list, therefore making it a new list of old items. Like carrying over vacation days from last year to this. Use them or lose them. Anyway, I’ve touted writing goals down to accomplish them, so in an effort to stay true to that resolution, here’s a new list, and we’ll see how it
Here’s flashback to Christmas Past. My Christmas past. Many of you will remember reading this. A few will remember living it. A ways back I shared about how the boy I lost my virginity to, met the man I married, and Good Housekeeping published it for all the world to read, saying it was pure gold. Hmmmm. I beg to differ. But apparently it struck a chord with others, because
(*subject to change) Most people would say that I am, by nature and by nurture, a kind person, but I’m calling uncle on the let’s be kind and stop gun violence. Sorry. I’m a glass half full kinda gal, giving people the benefit of the doubt, too often offering second, third, and fourth chances because I can’t believe people are naturally that mean, nasty, angry, bitter, defiant, hateful. But sometimes
My girl lost. Not supposed to call grown-ass women girls, but as a member of the female persuasion, I can take such liberties. A grown ass woman being called girl by a grown-ass woman can be an endearing term of affection. Like “GURRRRLLLLL!” My gurrrrrlllll lost our local election and damn, Newtown missed out on a good one. This time. But my candidate, Rebekah Harriman-Stites, lost, fair and square, by
“How important is it for you to finish high school in Newtown?” Just what every hormonal high school boy wants to hear, when he’s finally a varsity player on different teams, has friends, good grades, and – miraculously – just discovered girls, other than his sisters, weren’t nearly as super annoying as previously thought. Nope, not at all. But in November 2016, Trump the GOP candidate for President, and while I never ever ever thought he’d actually