Some birthdays cannot be ignored. The notable number may vary by the person, but the effect is the same -- ground shifts. For me, it has been the year between 59 and 60, a frankly rough season that recently wrapped up. Thank you, Jesus. It is no mystery why 59 got to me as it… Continue reading On big birthdays, broken china and other parables
Category: women
On The Ways of Old Ladies & Dogs
Finn is already a dog. He has been such for nearly five years. I am only on the doorstep of old ladydom. (If I were a male rock star, I'd be dating models for whom driving a car is still novel without public censure. But, that is another blog post.) As I move into this… Continue reading On The Ways of Old Ladies & Dogs
A pocketful of wry
"Lucy Locket lost her pocket..." Mother Goose I found a pair of painters pants tucked way back in a closet. What they lack in style and grace they make up with their pockets. There's room for this and room for that, but now they're sun-like setting. All the things they've come to store will surely… Continue reading A pocketful of wry
Molting vs. empty nesting
“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick I threw my favorite dress away last night. It felt a bit disrespectful to leave it lying helplessly in the kitchen trash, its brown field and white polka dots crumpled next to… Continue reading Molting vs. empty nesting
My hair is long
It’s also rather wild at times. If the day were humid, my hair were freshly air dried and I could somehow rustle up a great deal of black leather I could slip into a 1980s tribute band without being noticed. This big-hair-don’t-care thing all started in late 2021. I was momming a household that included… Continue reading My hair is long
