repository for the occasional perambulatory rumination

I need a sympathy card, and once again I am not totally “present” in my trek to the card store – thinking things like how I hate sympathy cards because they sound the way stereotypical funeral directors look: staid, bland, not quite real – because when I come to, here I stand: right smack in […]

Compliments are tricky. Give too many too often And nobody takes you seriously. Give too few too seldom and you frighten folks. Joan Didion in her book The Year of Magical Thinking does what most of us do after the death of a loved one: she revisits every conversation, every word they said during their […]

This morning I struggle with the seemingly simple question of Do I go to walk this morning or not?. There are mountains of things begging for my attention. I’ve already put a roast on the crockpot, so for supper I just have to fix the side dishes, and I want to go to walk while […]

Today I go to work with Kipp. Well, not to work as in Take Your Mama to Work Day, not as in go straight into his office and be introduced all around and stand by his desk while he rolls over the chair of Joe who’s out on vacation this week. No, I’m just riding […]

On the plane a man from India sat next to me. In the middle of 3 seats, me on the coveted aisle seat. I don’t have much luck with men from India. They treat me rudely, horribly rudely, and, I am told, I should not take this personally or as special treatment reserved just for […]

I love looking at the ocean I love hearing the ocean but I hate the sand and I hate the salt. I’m not supposed to, of course. Who in their right mind hates being on the beach? Salt on my fingers annoys me, too. I like french fries, like eating them with my fingers. I […]

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If Victoria really does have a secret, I sure do wish she’d share it with me. One recent wild and crazy evening, I ventured into the local Victoria’s Secret store with my daughter. It’s been years since I was measured for a bra. Decades. Millenniums. When we were twelve, Pam’s mother interrupted our play time […]