Hello cursor. Hello screen. Hello random reader. Hello subscriber whose spring purge I managed to evade. I’ve debated the wisdom of resurrecting my musings after these many months of dormancy. Perhaps I have unwittingly arrived in that good night. I’ve certainly been quiet long enough. But the timing feels premature; Read more…
I stopped reading on the subway. It wasn’t a conscious choice. I’ve been lugging around a hardcover title for ten days. Normally I would’ve read this book in a week. It’s a good book. I like the author. But I can’t read on the subways anymore. My concentration is off. Read more…
She began reading the sentence again. She was tempted to skim over it but it might have information she’d need. Was this old kitchen wisdom even relevant today? If you want an onion to keep, put it in…. the thought paused as she tried to find the word that wasn’t Read more…
All her Jewish friends were posting their amends for Yom Kippur on their socials. Her yoga teacher had said that any big religious holiday was a great time to meditate regardless of your faith. Something about the concentration of energy. Over 15 million people were taking inventory of their sins Read more…
Why are romantics hopeless? Isn’t hope the basic foundation for romance? It’s the thing you’re pinning your bets on when you take a chance with your heart. You are *actively* hoping for a happy ending. I am an unabashed romantic. I am also a practical romantic. Is that an oxymoron? Read more…
“Wow” she whispered. It was going to be like that. Rude awakenings. Quite literally discovering ugly truths about your new lover before the coffee was cold in the cup. Leesa’s coffee always went cold. She didn’t really love coffee truth be told, but it was the one social libation she Read more…
I am a failed bulimic. I couldn’t ever get the purge part right. I loved the eating part – if it was a food I loved I just wanted to keep enjoying the delicious sensations. I would ignore the protests of my stomach to satisfy mouthfeel cravings.Chocolate, yes. But also Read more…
Keely isn’t going to tell but she wants everyone to know. But they must know, they must be able to see it. Can’t they? Isn’t there a visible change? She imagined a new hue to her aura. Keely didn’t really talk in terms of auras but she remembered seeing that Read more…