Right now, this minute, I’m sitting at my home-away-from-home coffee shop, in a tank top I got from a friend. This beautiful, blue, perfect-for-Blue-Moon-Day top has…well (am I really going to admit this in public?), has what we gals call
This is not complete.
It is not well-thought-out. Not planned. Not really even edited.
But it is me, now.
I have more to say on this, but that will come.
Love to you all (female and male). 🙂 Jene’
Today, two dear friends of mine met me at a coffeeshop to revive our improv writing group. This is not “improv” like acting but writing. One of us prepares or proposes a prompt, then we write like the Furies for
Do you consider yourself a good multitasker? I once bragged that when I drove a stick shift car, I could eat an ice cream cone at the same time (in the long-ago era of pre-cell phones). I’m a mom. Multitasking
In the past few months, I’ve been operating more on instinct than plan. Only the most basic physical and emotional needs have driven daily action. My mom died on December 4th, my sister-in-law a week later. Last year and
In a few minutes, I’ll be heading over to Joe’s Body Shop for a second time, for a Reiki session. The first was in the summer of 2007, for The Oat Project. This second is to experience it again, six
From the outside, she is carefree. Photos show a gal who knows how to live it up and cut loose. A girl who spent a whole summer sowing wild oats intentionally, learning how to integrate the Wild. She’s even written
“In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni” — “We go wandering at night and are consumed by fire.”
I love palindromes. Numbers cement themselves into my memory via sometimes complex calculations from seeing or creating palindromes. As “Happy Palindrome Day”
This morning, the few short hours available for work weighed down on me, hurryhurryhurry coursing through each decision. What to wear today? Same as last night, because it’s warm and this is a gray snowy day. Shower? Nope; do that
I wrote today on my insides,
in my veins and heart and gut,
no paper,
no pen,
while going through my mom’s clothes,
both
wanting to embed and celebrate her impeccable style and joy in my life
by wearing them