Made a commitment to try something that scares me everyday. On this day it is poetry.

Feel free to point and laugh, I can take it. However, I may still punch you in the nose, but you won’t know till you try me.

Read on at your own risk. Read the rest of this entry »


Gibran on Love

Tonight’s words are brought to you by the great poet, Kahlil Gibran.

The subject, none other than love. Read the rest of this entry »

Loving Gibb and Scrolled Yellow Bedposts

The year was 1977 and we lived along a not-so-kind street. York Street to be precise. Why do I describe it as not-so-kind?

It was place you might consider the “other side of the tracks.” Read the rest of this entry »

Perfection {au contraire mon frere}

Tonight, as I sit outside in the fall night with ants crawling across my lighted screen and the crickets singing “Angie” by the Rolling Stones, I am thinking back on the graces of my day.

This morning, I had the opportunity to spend one magnificent hour filled with ideas and insights with my associate and dear friend, Stephanie. She has always helped me to challenge the notion of perfection. This horrible and crippling belief that we need to have every cottin-picken thing all sorted out. Read the rest of this entry »

The Bacon Chronicles (with and without a Brazilian)

Disclaimer: this post includes no life lessons, however, it is really delicious.

I have never had a pet pig and I am in no way a vegetarian. But, with all of my body and soul, bacon is bliss.

Meat, in general, and bacon, to be precise, play a central role in my culinary life. I have also convinced my children about the mythical qualities of this blessed pork product, however, my husband is a work in progress. Oh, and I learned recently that when pig belly is presented to middle-aged women by a hot Brazilian chef, it can indeed induce serious carnal feelings. Read the rest of this entry »

Feet in my Shoes {a rethought 9/11 tribute}

Yesterday, I had planned to publish an entirely different post. A post in which the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy takes center stage and serves as the marker of my lost decade. Oh, I don’t know…something about how 9/11 is a symbol of a confounding period in my life when I took the easy path. Or perhaps along the lines of how I took a great ride out into the world, and then, just when things were getting good, I bought a ticket on the Rubber Band Express. Read the rest of this entry »


A wee bit back, I introduced you to the Procrasti-hater. That sinister twin to my Type A {absolutely awesome productive badass} personality who gets her willies by taking {the productive badass side of} me out back behind the honky tonk at last call and beating me to a bloody pulp.

Today, it is high time you met Mittens.

I have only recently rediscovered Mittens. Thanks to one part turning 39, one part Rouge Chaplain and one part walking around in my head.

But man is she back with a vengeance. Read the rest of this entry »