February 22, 2017

Mindfulness- the utter misery of being awake

There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen Next to me Steve rolls over to bury his good ear in the pillow. He clutches the comforter and pulls it to his face to better create a cocoon. He is not a morning person. I have been awake for an hour but just like my husband I am not quite conscious. Despite weeks of morning meditation my first instinct is still to hit the mute button. I have my phone in my hand flipping through the color coded screens in an Read more [...]
February 21, 2017

Palm Springs, mid century architecture and Canadian speed bumps

Trigger alert: racism, agism, whining and anti-Canadianism follows. What combines golf carts, snow capped mountains and Asian Hipster weddings? Palm Springs of course. My well cultivated stereotype cast Palm Springs as the place where aging jews and fabulous gays came together in Alexander houses for cocktails. They would toast with vintage glassware while floating beside reflection of mountains and palms in crystal clear pools. As it turns out that is only part of the picture. Palm Springs Read more [...]
February 14, 2017

Love and Death. Another reason to loathe Valentine’s day

Roses are red, violets are blue. I hate Valentine's day, how about you? Some of us are alone as highlighted by Hallmark. Some of us are together and plasticize our partnership with cheap candy and forced flowers. Some of us recycle flimsy cards from our classmates. And some of us celebrate our father's death.   This weekend I went to a memorial celebration of a man who died way way before his time. He was a rebel and a Patriots lover. He was a polarizing figure and a phenomenal Read more [...]
January 30, 2017

Standardized Testing in elementary school

He is swiveling gently in our cow chair knee socks up to his shins. I like the knee socks, a gift from his grandma, they remind me of my own time in fourth grade, but I wonder why I can see them. "Shorts?" I ask him in a tone that is neither instructive nor nagging. "I'm staying in for recess." He explains. His tone is neutral like mine but quickly his face crumbles. "I hate iReady" he tells me. It is the refrain of his fourth grade year. At the beginning he was love and light. It was his best Read more [...]
January 25, 2017

What’s on your desk?

For several years I have been attempting to embrace what I know to be true. Having less stuff creates more room for living. If you take a look at my desk you can see just how well my de-accession has gone. Not well. Still when push back my chair and take a look there are things I love and things I laugh at. There are actual and aspirational objects, and there is a map of my life. In addition to the metaphoric map there is a physical map. It is the artist block print of Denver neighborhoods Read more [...]
January 18, 2017

Sharenting…what we are saying about our kids online.

My livelihood depends on me sharing secrets. Loyal readers know my bra size, that I cheated on my first husband, and the brand of pill that I take for my mental illness. The details, often intimate, that I share on my blog and in articles are a part of the stories that I tell. My most popular posts are about parenting. Steve and I have a free range parenting style that I call "lazy." My writing is personal narrative, so even when I am creating a "listicle" for an outside website I tell stories Read more [...]
January 9, 2017

#amnotwriting what about you?

This is a rant for my blogging buddies. The rest of you might want to tune back in when I am writing about bras, or kids, or drugs. I made myself a desk. First Steve and I took everything out of the office. The office is a 10x10 room that is clown car full of games and homework and beer posters and clay figures and dead plants. It is home to 6 mismatched chairs and all of the electronics that are somewhere between life and death. (Much closer to death). It has bank statements and tax returns Read more [...]
December 21, 2016

Have dog will travel

For reasons that are clear if you have met me I have never been drawn to a padded bra. Sometimes when I am doing fantasy math about my weight I try to deduct the density of my breasts from the equation. Depending on my mood those suckers weigh between 10 and 100 pounds. Even on the lighter end of that spectrum they require a bit of work to get around. Last month we went on a dual trip to Florida and NYC. The night before travel I always labor over my travel outfit. I am looking for something Read more [...]
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