A year ago today, I went to the Women’s March with my daughter. We stayed up late the night before painting signs and packing trail mix and raw veggies for snacks. We drove in to Boston two hours early, parked, and headed to the spot. We made it around a corner and to a stage and large open space. It was a sea of pink hats and hopefulness. There was an immediate warmth in the frigid January Boston air. Thousands… Keep Reading
I’ve focused a lot of energy, of late, on a return to my old self. It’s how I marked the days during radiation and chemotherapy. But what if I never feel the way I did the months, weeks, days, seconds keading up to my cancer diagnosis? What if my wellness journey means a new and different me? What if some of the things I used to love don’t move me so much anymore, but are replaced with new things to… Keep Reading
Life. All of it. The mess of it. The questions. The lessons. The indecision. The baptism by fire and learning on the fly. The squabbles. The joy. The unbridled glee. The clamor. The silence. The negotiation and inevitable compromise. The wealth and the bankrupt. The maps drawn, erased, and replotted. The missions. The road trips. The destinations. The arrivals. The departures. The attraction. The initiation. The invitation. The aggravation. The love. The love. The love. The blood. The bruise. The… Keep Reading
… a vintage Tiffany bracelet from my lover and a beautiful day with family.
Initially, my response to this question was cancer, but that’s not accurate. I’d been living with the pain from my cancer for a few months by the time I received my diagnosis: adjusting my daily routine to accomodate pain and subtle, but lingering fatigue, etc. The biggest change is being sick. I was diagnosed on a Wednesday and by that Friday I had met 1 of my 2 oncologists and had a treatment plan. That was followed by test upon… Keep Reading
I altered my daily commute last summer to drive past this sign as often as possible.
I share a driveway with a preservation society and their side of the property line boasts an award-winning English garden. They invite us to enjoy the grounds at our leisure. I like to visit after close, late in the day when all the visitors have gone home and the bees and wasps are less of a nuisance. This particular day I walked the maze of flowers to get to the old shade tree where it is dark and quiet and… Keep Reading
August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading
I drove past this church on our way home after being away with my daughter for a month while she completed a linguistics research fellowship. What better way to begin a new day than with an open invitation for a little pray.
When was the last time you sat around with your girls staring at your new lover’s dick pic? Girls Trip is funny, but that’s not why I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it because it’s raunchy, but not just raunchy, white-girl raunchy. And black girlfriend films don’t get to be too edgy because, until recently, those films relied heavily on the middle-age-movie-after-church audience. This is not a criticism, it’s a financial and cultural reality. How many chick flicks or romcoms starring… Keep Reading