It’s an occasion in our house: the night I make dinner. I refer to it as an occasion because it doesn’t happen very often. Once a month, maybe. (Even that might be too generous.) And when it does happen, the result is likely to be one of the following: baked macaroni and cheese, burgers, meatloaf,Continue reading “Mac Attack (With Recipe)”
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Freeform Friday III: $uccess (A Poem)
What is the measure of success Does it come with money Or a sense of satisfaction Is it the quantity of your output Or the quality of the work Does it mean getting ahead Or maintaining the status quo Are you motivated by internal reward Or external recognition Is it the challenge of the tasksContinue reading “Freeform Friday III: $uccess (A Poem)”
Present: To Be Or Not To Be?
I was invited to a retirement dinner tonight. My first instinct was to decline. The excuses would have been good enough — mom, multiple (unexpected) deadlines, the fact that Chelsey has already covered for me one night this week — but they were just that: excuses. The truth is that it would have been moreContinue reading “Present: To Be Or Not To Be?”
#WednesdayWisdom In Rhyme
If you carry the weight like a stone Instead of like a boulder When the time comes to let it go It will roll right off your shoulder *** The act of looking forward Doesn’t mean you can’t look back The things you’re moving toward Are the result of that balancing act *** When wordsContinue reading “#WednesdayWisdom In Rhyme”
The Internalizer
If I had a superhero name, it would probably be “The Internalizer.” Despite evidence that suggests internalizing is, or can be, detrimental to one’s physical health and/or emotional well-being, I find that it works for me. Or at least it has so far. That’s not to say that I won’t spontaneously combust one of theseContinue reading “The Internalizer”
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, It’s been thirteen years since I watched you take your last, gasping breaths, your blue eyes going vacant as your body finally shuddered to a stop. And then … stillness. It was a haunting end to a haunted life. I was the last one in the room with you, dry-eyed until a doctorContinue reading “Dear Dad”
Hopelessly Addicted To … Books
I am a hopeless addict — and books are my drug of choice. I think about them constantly. When can I sneak a hit? Which will be the one to satisfy my craving? Will people judge me? I’ve gone into debt for books. (Yes, A, the Barnes & Noble credit card was a bad ideaContinue reading “Hopelessly Addicted To … Books”
Dirty Word, Starts With S …
Snow. It’s one of the dirtier four-letter words in a New Englander’s vocabulary. Actually, allow me to amend that: It’s one of the dirtier four-letter words in an adult New Englander’s vocabulary. And the farther north you go, the truer this is. (Says the Southern New Englander.) Kids love the stuff — or at leastContinue reading “Dirty Word, Starts With S …”
Freeform Friday II: Hero/Complex (A Poem)
Are you the hero Or the villain Or a victim Do you stand out Or do you stand alone Or have you lost your footing Are your motives clear Or are they convoluted Or don’t you know yourself Do you act Or do you react Or are you idle ever after Will we like youContinue reading “Freeform Friday II: Hero/Complex (A Poem)”
Sometimes A Bundt Pan Is Not Just A Bundt Pan …
There’s a bundt pan in the sink. It’s been there since before Christmas, when mom and I did our holiday baking. We’ve done countless rounds of dishes since then and yet there the pan remains. I’ve rinsed it a handful of times. Added dish detergent and left it to soak. Even scrubbed it with aContinue reading “Sometimes A Bundt Pan Is Not Just A Bundt Pan …”
Write Away / Write A Way 