Once upon a time there was a lazy Sunday in May, seventy-eight degrees, a carrot-infused bloody mary, a roasted beet and honey salad, lavender scones, and three perfect hours with my childhood best friend. Then there was a closet shelf of just the perfect size to become a shrine to Chanel … the perfect pumpsContinue reading “Boozey Brunches”
Sitting in a noisy corner of a quiet bar there’s a story tickling the corners of my mind, a song of Pirates, Cowboys, and runaway mothers on spring break – abandoned in a forbidden and foreign place. There are lying lies, and the damn liars who tell them covetous addicts, and drunks, Telling stories without telling the storyContinue reading “A Code No One Understands”
I’ve plucked gray hairs, sighed at the losing battle that is gravity, gained weight, lost weight, botoxed, detoxed, and unboxed thousands of dollars worth of “beauty” but I have never felt as confident in the skin sold to me by Madison Avenue as I do wearing the sun-kissed glow of an afternoon spent with my sons.
Once upon a time, labor day weekend, a full tank of gas, and a topless baby blue CJ7 were all it took to make me smile in that way that made my cheekbones hurt. I know I was that girl, but I don’t remember her much anymore. I remember tucking my hair under a grimy knitContinue reading “Purple Haze and Lackadaisical Labor Days”
Now, then, is just a memory, and the playlist says it all, the story of who we were, and who we are now, that old familiar feeling.
When the sun hits the horizon in just that way Or a rumbling motor passes, low and commanding I think of Main Street, lazy days, and warm July nights, and I remember that time .. the first time you kissed me, back when the feeling was new. I remember a cold Cutthroat Beer, the stereoContinue reading “Nostalgic Summer Days”
I look forward at a horizon punctuated by two golden heads pressed together digging in the sand, as once-tiny palms clutch a treasure, to be buried then washed out to sea. This moment, if I am fortunate, will become a treasure as well, clutched in the palm of my memory, brought forward on future days,Continue reading “Golden Rays of Parenthood”
I will soar I will fly This world will know who I am And part of me will die I will succeed I will be what they tell me For the time being But I will be me at the same time I will not let myself lose my self The world will know who IContinue reading “To Soar, To Fly,”
I am terminally naïve, in a cynical sort of way. I believe that if someone is nice to my face, they will be so behind my back. I believe that if I am kind and genuine to others, that they will return the favor. And, I trust in the abundance of the universe to protect me fromContinue reading “Cynical Naïvete”