I was born a gypsy. There’s nowhere I’m happier than in an airport (yes, I know that’s probably odd coming from me, but that’s who I am.) When I need perspective, I do two things: I book a flight, and I pack a bag. Or four bags, knowing me. Actually, I’ll use about any excuse… Continue reading Gypsies and Other Words that Start with G
Yesterday, Shelby be-bopped in from school on some kind of tween-ager high. I’m not sure whether she got hold of a little molly on the bus or what, but the kid who usually heads straight for her room plopped down on the couch and began chirping on. And on. And on. She did well on… Continue reading I’ll Be Your Huckleberry
Recently someone asked me how I thought my life experiences (loss and the crash in particular, I think) have changed me and shaped the person I am today. I had trouble coming up with an answer – ultimately I think the sum of our life experiences continue to mold our personalities from birth until death,… Continue reading Mixed Bags
I am not political. I did not like either of these candidates – in fact, I stood in the booth yesterday for a full 10 minutes before I finally marked my ballot, and then I felt dirty. Just dirty. I didn’t think I really cared who won – I was just choosing the candidate I… Continue reading It’s Entirely Possible I Will Seriously Regret This.
So I closed on my old house Wednesday morning. I gathered the keys and the garage openers, jotted down notes on window treatments and various idiosyncrasies the new owners might need to know, and I handed it all over to strangers in exchange for a check. I said a silent prayer that these new owners… Continue reading Own It
It’s been almost 10 years since I took over the helm of the Clay family ship. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I hate being the captain of this damn ship. I bitch about it a lot – ask anyone who spends more than five minutes with me. I am a… Continue reading The Deep End
My brother told me once that the Ohio Valley alternates with some rainforest near the Amazon on holding the top spot for worst allergies in the world. I’m not sure how they tallied the rainforest dwellers – did someone actually go ask a bunch of headhunters if their heads were stopped up? No pun intended… Continue reading Oh, Spring. We Love You Anyway.