A New Project Called 100 Days of Letting Go of My Past Shite
I am hoping that when I put my hands on these objects, I’ll have a little more impetus to actually move them out of the house. We’ll see.
Len and the Ferociously Beautiful Me
His name popped into my head. Our leisurely secret lunches at the Bookstore Cafe downtown. No more than that and maybe a phone conversation. Did I call him? Where did I even meet him. What fun flirting we had though. Him married far too young; I think. Me in my gorgeous ferocious hormonal prime. What would he be like now?
Letting go of past trauma… Day 52 of #lettinggoofpastshite
Day 52 of #lettinggoofpastshite , my 2023 100 Day Project. Sometimes the letting go is more than physical. Sometimes it has to do with the story we’re telling ourselves. In this case, it had to do with letting go of a memory that could hold me hostage. This was about me letting go of past…
What Do I Want You To Know ?
What do I want you to know. I just polished off a slice of watermelon. As I got down to the white part of the rind, I remembered my grandmother’s watermelon rind preserves. A sweet chunky syrup flavored with cloves, citrus rinds, and those parts of the watermelon left behind save the green skin. I…
Glam It Up
A 20 something girl got onto the elliptical next to me and I caught a whiff men’s cologne? Smells have a way of taking you to a third dimension, to memories and feelings that would not usually occupy your day. And now they do. I realize that the memories of the showboating that were my…
Shame Memories and Lessons
Spend any time reading or listening to Brene Brown’s work and you’ll get to understanding the toxicity of Shame. Watch her brilliant Ted Talk here on Shame. This word has such power in it that we tend to think its reserved for people in really bad circumstances; ones that have nothing to do with us….
Two Memories: the Experiencing Vs. Remembering Self
It does not escape me that I was bestowed with a special gift many will never receive. That, at the ripe age of 46, I pulled this little red haired rabbit out of my hat in the nick of conceptual time is miraculous to say the least. I felt the joy, and the disdain, from…
Return To Hampden
Before Mark and I moved to the Eastern Shore of Maryland, we lived in the quaint neighborhood of Hampden in Baltimore City. The area was built around a waterway called the Jones Falls and when you catch certain sights, you can feel the history of the town built on the hills around the work of…
Seashells
When we go to the beach, I end up with a bag of shells. I’m a collector, therefore I am. In random drawers in my house you’ll find little bags of unmarked seashells. When I stumble upon these , I am sometimes sad to not remember where each bag is from. And then I had…
Vacate Home
(Originally published on Divine Caroline in September of 2009) Ask my husband about his family’s vacations and he will deliver a chirpy recount of playing guitar at beach campfires, sleeping in a pop-up camper, and the frolicking multitude of cousins. My fractured family vacation memory is one trip to a cabin. There was yelling involved….
