I used to be the kind of person who never started a book without finishing it, as if the act of quitting would somehow impugn my intelligence or prove I wasn’t committed to my education, or that it would somehow be an act of disloyalty to the author or the academic world or myself–I’m not sure. This wasn’t just books for school–I was equally hard on myself when I’d picked up a book for personal enrichment or even for fun. I was not a rule breaker in general. I did my homework and I showed up for class, always on time. I liked rules: they gave me a sense of confidence in myself and the world around me. I did not question them, or life in general. I simply wanted to be (and be perceived as) good. Continue reading “I’m Thankful I Learned to Be Flaky”
It’s been a stressful week, huh? Maybe not for everyone, but definitely for me and many of my friends and acquaintances, and for many more people whom I’ve never met. I can feel the fear pulsing through the news and social media, thumping louder and faster as the hatred (and its callus dismissal by so many who would have the fearful simply shut up) that has been stirred up in this country flows in the whirlpool created by the campaign and victory that stirred the pot. My heart wants to jump from my body and touch those other hearts that are hurting, but it’s held back–not only by my rib cage, but by my own fear of what to say. So I won’t say much. I will act. I will be kind to those who need kindness. I will love those in need of love. I will listen. I will think. I will teach kindness to my children. I will light a candle in our household, and I will not let anyone snuff it out.
When I started losing weight at the beginning of the year, I made a list of rewards I would give myself as I passed each milestone. That list was in my phone, and I would post it here, but my husband worked his geeky magic to make my phone run faster and somehow, the list was lost in the process.
I believe it went something like this: Continue reading “Treat Yo Self”
The Boy (obviously) and his father (AKA Honey Bear)[If this were in order, they would be #1]
Binders (especially Trapper Keepers featuring Lisa Frank dolphins, but any binder will do) Continue reading “A Disordered and By No Means Complete List of Things I’m Thankful For”
In one month, I will be thirty years old. That means I have one month to do a whole lot of things I wanted to accomplish in my twenties.
Visiting all 50 states is not going to happen (not counting states where I’ve only been inside an airport, I think I’ve been to fifteen). Even if it was finished and submitted and magically accepted for publication right now, my novel would not be published by October 19th–I can’t even say it will be finished by then. I don’t have time to join a roller derby team, and since I haven’t been on skates since the second trimester of my pregnancy, I would probably fall and break an ankle first thing (I’m an enthusiastic but untalented skater). Not even an extreme crash diet would bring me down to my ideal weight that quickly. I can play maybe five songs on the guitar but I can’t even remember which strings play which notes and it’s going to be quite a while before I can play an F#minor. Continue reading “Thirty”
The fall solstice doesn’t happen until September 23rd, but as far as I’m concerned, autumn is here. Labor Day has passed (September 1st marked the start of meteorological autumn) and here in the suburbs of Seattle, it’s a damp 62 degrees. Starbucks has yet again rolled out the Pumpkin Spice Latte, and the pumpkin-spice-loving world has rejoiced. I’m sure some of you are sad and cold, while others are saying, What? Fall? It’s still 92 degrees here. But I’m not hiding under a blanket or sunning on a beach. I chose the Pacific Northwest for a reason. In some regions it’s perpetually summer. In others, winter lasts nine months. In the Pacific Northwest, we get a gorgeous, lengthy fall.
Fall is my favorite season. I could moon about it all day. Rainstorms, falling leaves, my birthday, pumpkin patches, cinnamon, sweaters, firewood, chili, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Charlie Brown specials about pumpkins and pilgrims, turkey, cranberries, raking, hot tea. Oktoberfest. If you go by the solstices, then technically, most of the Christmas season is part of fall. My husband’s birthday, my mother’s birthday, my brother’s birthday: all fall. I love to put on a turtleneck and heat the house up with baking. I love to spend an afternoon knee-deep in leaves. I love the way the tip of my nose stays cold long after I come inside. Continue reading “All Hail the Pumpkin Spice Latte (And Other Thoughts About Fall)”
I used to hate football. Vehemently. It’s always been my brother’s sport of choice, which perhaps has something to do with it. We fought like maniacs over the TV during football season, when as many football games as possible had to be watched, and when the season was over the fighting continued because he’d hog the TV with his football video games.
I minded it less when he was on the field–some of my friends’ brothers played football, too, and I could talk to them or run around the bleachers. One year in elementary school, I joined the cheer squad, and that made football something I looked forward to. Still, though I loved the kicking and the pom-poms, I had no idea (or interest in) what was going on on the field. I didn’t have to. The head cheerleader knew, as did the coach, and when told to do so, I would shout First and ten, do it again! Go! Fight! Win! Continue reading “It’s Football Season Again.”