Tag Archive: alone time

So I’m not so sure about  Tuesday’s anymore. I work four ten hour shifts and Tuesday is my day off. It used to be filled with chasing kids around changing diapers making lunch, 2nd lunch and cleaning. My kids are all in school full time now. Here I sit with three baskets of laundry in...  

You know what I like? I like waking up in the morning and still seeing the white scape of the moon in the morning sky. And it’s imprinted in the blue just like it was the night before when I saw it, driving home from a movie. It’s like a clear white snowy version of...  

Last weekend, I attended my first day-long meditation retreat. We’d done several sits, heard several talks, taken several breaks. But then came the retreat leader’s question, Who would you be if you stopped believing there was something wrong with you? The question smacked me in my head like a wet washcloth of realty. My eyes...  

I feel fairly confident I’m not the first to say that the holidays can be weird. Holidays are joy and goodness and light, but they’re also funny because they bring up so much “stuff” for everyone. There aren’t many other cyclical times in the year that make our emotional wells runneth over or maybe instead,...  

The past, present and future walk into a bar. It was tense. After you roll your eyes, lend me your ears. Let’s imagine your future self. Blythe, billionaire heiress, floating on a swan shaped inflatable at an exclusive resort in the Maldives, perhaps a sparkling glass of champagne in hand. No? Alright, let’s take it...  

I don’t know if everybody gets it, but I’m grateful for my divorce. Or, I guess I should say, my separation. My divorce isn’t yet final, but it’s on it’s way. And I’m thankful for that. This is the sort of thing you’re not supposed to say. Maybe it’s right up there with having hidden...  

On these fall mornings, when I am out walking very early, I feel like I’m keeping the morning’s secret. The only sounds are the birds and the acorns falling through the tree leaves and the occasional fuzzy sound of a lonely car in the distance. I feel like I’ve got the upper hand on the...  

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne. I’ll admit it. I fucking love yacht rock. But I’ll tell you what I don’t love and that’s a little free class at the local YMCA called Tabata. Really, it should be listed with a subtitle: For those interested in killing themselves in 20 second...  

I can feel my body wake up from a slumber – One I didn’t know I was in Sleeping secretly When that drum beat breaks, breaking me open, but how I like or maybe putting me back together, depending Or the piano key hits perfectly askew in the way my thought was at that moment...  

As a solo parent while it would seem like a trip to the park would be like a walk in the park. Peaceful and pleasant. Wrong. With an 8 year old daughter who is the chattiest Cathy on the planet, a trip to the park is almost physically painful. As I sit in the car...  

My kids started their first foray into summer camp together last week. It’s a little 4-day-a-week day program at a church, where for 4 hours they go and paint and snack and play on the playground and learn music and dance and make friends. It’s not too hard for them to love it. This is...  

I used to get antsy in silence Squirm and think up things I could do instead But now I crave it Now, the days of to-dos and two little voices in my life, and one big voice booming from within I crave it like salt or sweets or a cocktail or sex, Not something more...  

I just finished watering the bushes in our yard with a garden hose, holding a beer. I was wearing a sports bra and Umbros. Yep, I still have Umbros. I may have been muttering to myself and making overly-dramatic facial expressions, which only heightens the kind of woman I might have appeared to be. Furthermore,...