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February 23, 2019

As a kid, the youngest of 6, I play to type: a big old ham, the court jester. I'm always angling for attention by any means necessary.  

This one time, I’m playing with matches. Of course, I’ve been told repeatedly NOT to play with matches. But matches are jus...

February 19, 2019

December. I’m having trouble sleeping.  Elderly Dog is sick and her coughing sounds like a flock of geese has landed in the apartment. Add to that the typical year-end anxiety and some unexpected and distracting Boy Drama — it feels like I haven’t had a good night’s sl...

February 15, 2019

I finished up a journal this morning. Such a great feeling — filling up the pages of a blank book, what an accomplishment! And I get to start a fresh new journal tomorrow! This speaks directly to my inner 4th grader. Today, as then, I love "school supplies" almost as m...

February 9, 2019

When I left my corporate job a year and a half ago, I set myself up in a co-working space uptown thinking it'll be the perfect place to write and work on my plans for world domination. The decor is straight out of a West Elm catalogue (I ain’t mad at that) and they hav...

February 3, 2019

As a kid I went through a serious James Bond phase, devouring Ian Fleming's books and seeing every movie I could get on VHS. I’m not sure I got through all of them, but I gave it a solid effort. I loved the salacious romance subplots (even though I barely understood th...

January 29, 2019

I’ve had a corporate job of one kind or another since moving to NYC in 1995. Back then, I called them “Survival Jobs” or, more frequently, "Day Jobs."  As if I had some spectacular artist-life during the evening hours. I didn’t - but I sure thought about it a lot.

I wan...

January 27, 2019

I’m a toddler, finally sleeping in a big-girl bed, long tucked in for the night. My parents are working late at the bar, leaving my 4 older sisters in charge. As they get ready for bed themselves, some still doing homework, they see a yellow blur streaking down the hal...

January 19, 2019

Coming into 2019, I made a radical decision: No New Year's resolutions. 

It’s radical because, like many people, I have been resolving to improve myself annually, if not daily, since I was 11 years old. Usually, the resolutions are around my physical body. Specifically,...

January 19, 2019

January is the natural time when we feel compelled to start fresh. It’s named for Janus, a Roman god who symbolizes beginnings, transitions, doorways, All that cool clean slate, fresh start stuff. 

But unlike September, when I get the urge to buy school supplies, Januar...

October 23, 2016

It’s Mother’s Day and I’ve been staying off the internet. I don’t begrudge others the happiness in celebrating their moms but I’m still raw from losing mine even two years later. At first, I’d dread specific days - Mother’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, her birthday, my birt...

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