arriving

Today my son is playing his guitar in Athens, Georgia. Which is, you most likely know, a musical hotbed. REM. The B-52s. Probably the most well known bands but there are many that hail from Athens. My son’s electric guitar though is here in my home. Not with him because he is a devoted player … More arriving

be me

January. Is honestly the month I like the least. It represents, to me personally, beginnings and endings. I will not go into the details. I will not go through, year by year, and tell you why I feel this way. In actuality, it’s really all meshed together now in my mind. Some particular dates and … More be me

listful

The last few years I’ve picked a word. My word of the year. My word for 2017? First of all, thanks for asking. Second of all, I have two. Words. Because I’m not good at decision making and because they’re both applicable, in differing ways. One of my words is plucky. Here are some synonyms: … More listful

lipstick

I was with three girls yesterday. Two are in middle school, one in high school. It was a snow day, so they were bored and wanted to get out. Honored they’d pick me to spend time with [hey, I’m old!], I picked them up for a late lunch. We chatted along….music, school, what they received … More lipstick

new

I decided to clean out my closet. New year, so why not, right? I am fortunate, in that despite my house being over 100 years old, due to renovations my bedroom closet is quite large. In case that didn’t make sense to you, it is my experience older homes have smaller closets. I am unfortunate … More new

on the shelf

Last year I attempted and finally succeeded in reading a rather lengthy novel, The Goldfinch. It is 771 pages. I am a fairly fast reader, but due to the enormity of it and the immensity of life situations, I returned The Goldfinch to the library when I reached about the half way point. I did not want … More on the shelf

girls

Remind me again. Why I’m here. What I love. What my heart yearns for. I forgot. Or thought it was gone. Until last week. It hit me while standing in my bathroom. Those girls. Those girls coming over Saturday. They aren’t any different. No different really than my girl. My daughter. What do I want … More girls