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The past week substantially rocked! I got time alone to do what I wanted to do without feeling guilty. Little boy was in school. So I’ve created and accomplished some to-do lists which included running, restyling interiors, tying back sunflowers, and priming stuff. Oh, and I wrote on stuff and cooked some kickin’ meals to…
Yeah, so we had this backyard party planned for a while for August 27. I’d purchased a pool, a slip-n-slide, and water balloons. And, according to the law of hospitality, I’d updated my porch to a swanky setting. And then the APB to tell everyone, “So sorry, you can’t come. The Bay Bridge will be…
Say goodbye to kindergarten, here comes first grade. We already knew Mr. Green’s bus would come at 8:25. It’s still peanut butter and jelly for lunch every day. Except for Friday when it’s pizza day. I was freed to spend all day doing whatever I wanted to. I decorated and created and dyed my hair…
Hi, I’m Julie my son’s cruise director for the summer’s Love Boat. As my son’s summer scheduler, I made sure that he had the kick ass summer he should have before first grade. Legendary? Yes. He got to experience all of the ego boosting activities kids are supposed to experience. Recap. We spent a week…
“There are too many things that I want to do,” I say to my husband outside the shower he’s taking. He says, “Don’t you mean, need to do?” I think and I say, “No, I do mean ‘want to do’ ”. Sort out my conflicted feelings about my family. Or organize all of my kid’s…
A redefinition of me means finding out what I am not. I am not 25. Haven’t been for a while. Resigned to my limitations, I have permission to become someone I want to be instead of someone I can’t be. I begin to see my power disguised in what I can’t and won’t do. Frankly,…
This is the blog that Shalagh’s building. This is the logo that Shalagh drew to go on the top of the blog that Shalagh’s building. Good luck with all that we say to Shalagh.
Perseverance. Stubborn single-mindedness. That’s what I can be made of. Holding on until the knuckles whiten. A first marriage that went on and on. Self definitions playing out beyond a comfortable exit. A shop that was opened at exactly the wrong time but stayed open for a year and a half. We all are guilty…
Suffice it to say, I am, for very good reason, still petrified of computers. The process of creating a connection between what I love to do ( write) and where to do it( here) has taken a score of years. And yesterday I nearly had a panic attack trying to hook up my host with…
