Some days, I feel it. I am still young (enough) but I am no longer simply young. My bones, they creak
Who hears when there are no ears open? Who hears when hearts are closed off? Continue reading
“So, why aren’t you dating someone? Why haven’t you met someone yet?” I hate that question. It comes to me, often, from well-meaning friends, absentminded yet caring coworkers, anxious parents and gentle doyennes. I get it in supermarkets, in gyms, at the park, while pumping gas, via text message, e-mail, and carrier pigeon– Why. Why … Continue reading
I made the right choice and because of it, I dwell in freedom. Continue reading
I am her forbidden thrill.
I remember when it used to be not if But when When I eventually would have my own little people Running in little socked feet Sliding on kitchen porcelain Skidding in mud and dirt and grime Sticky fingered smiles and hugs
I don’t want to be one of those people that only writes when my life outside is out of balance, out of whack, as if I could write it back into place, tie all loose ends with pretty words, raise the sun and set it with the placement of a comma, a semi-colon, and an … Continue reading
On Saturday, I looked around, in my house, and it had become home. The very walls were alive, echoing of laughter and voices and a joyful noise – it was filled with that joyful noise, of bonhomie and friendship, the bonds of humanity, a grand synergy that only comes from love, respect, and true affection.
“You are not raising children; you are raising adults.
There is this cad inside of me, this scurrilous, treacherous, predatory panther of a cad, that wants to go out and about, to survey the land, traverse it, score it, in search of someone young, thoughtless, and careless because that’s who and what you date when you are young (either physically, mentally, or emotionally), thoughtless, … Continue reading