So I keep trying to find the perfect adult beverage – one that won’t give me headaches, one that doesn’t have sulfites, one that’s low-calorie, one that is kind to my liver, one that’s affordable and readily available, one that has street cred, and one that won’t add a...
Carpe Covid
People are no damned good! Or so a little plaque on my Grammy’s kitchen shelf proclaimed. It was a sweet trinket, with flowers and fussy flourishes – exactly what you’d expect to see in an old lady’s old house. Until you read the words. My mother has wondered, since,...
Day 164: Gone With The Waistline
That hot heaping tub of greasy over-salted popcorn is sensory manna from heaven – never mind that its factory color and flavor resemble nothing in nature. You smell it as you walk into the cinema. You hear it as you buy your ticket. You see it carried past as...
Day 163: Absent Mindfulness
I may be about over the whole Be In The Moment routine. You know the drill – the sheer beauty of the miracle pulsating around you fills you with wonder and peace and contentment and awe. When I’m mindful, I notice that my feet stick to the kitchen floor...
Day 162: One last self-help book is all I need, and other wistful modern myths.
I need so much help. For years, I refused to believe that. I considered myself a complete and tidy package – the warts, the beauty marks, the gifts and the glaring lacks all tied up together in an inviolate Naval Academy knot. How can I be expected to do...