By The kitchen is where my inner science geek and slapdashing artist get to dirty dance…pure alchemy. Cooking has always given me energy, yes; but it also requires a focus, effort, and sense of play that I haven’t been able to muster often over the last year and a half since
Gigantic, Google, Macrosomatognosia, and Me
This post has no neat and tidy ending. It does have a soundtrack, though. Go here to listen to the musical version of these words. It’s 11:38pm on “G” day for the A to Z April Blogging Challenge. I was determined to catch up and post today but got busy.
Exceptions: The Game of Thrones, March Madness, and I Do Not Watch Television
I do not watch television. I do not own a tv. If I watch tv, it shall never be in the daytime. If it is in the daytime, it is only because I’m sick. These are my rules. The medium stresses me out. I hold my breath when in suspense.
My Mother’s Words to Me, Through Me
The last week or two, a sort of time warp has wrapped every moment in as intense a grief and dark a depression as just after my mother and sister-in-law died a year and two months ago. It’s as though some parts of my mind and body have moved through
Dress Like You’re at the Beach
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 a “shelf bra.” Meaning, I am in public, PUBLIC, without
Finally, a Feminist
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’ 0
