I’m moving…and I think it’s a good thing.

    So for those of you who have been so kind as to follow this blog for the last several weeks…thank you. No, really, thank you! It’s been such a wonderful thing to have so much support and interest

I’m moving…and I think it’s a good thing.

    So for those of you who have been so kind as to follow this blog for the last several weeks…thank you. No, really, thank you! It’s been such a wonderful thing to have so much support and interest

I’ve got a few issues with Mother’s Day

I have some problems with Mother’s Day. Even though it had radical feminist religious beginnings (which I’m so in favor of since those are three words I love to see in combination, considering myself somewhat in that camp, “somewhat” because

I’ve got a few issues with Mother’s Day

I have some problems with Mother’s Day. Even though it had radical feminist religious beginnings (which I’m so in favor of since those are three words I love to see in combination, considering myself somewhat in that camp, “somewhat” because

Into the country of marriage, with just a vow and chocolate sauce

Gary and I are celebrating our anniversary today. Actually today AND tomorrow, since we had a two day wedding, oh so many years ago, in a little lodge in the mountains of North Carolina, where, gathered with 25 friends and

Into the country of marriage, with just a vow and chocolate sauce

Gary and I are celebrating our anniversary today. Actually today AND tomorrow, since we had a two day wedding, oh so many years ago, in a little lodge in the mountains of North Carolina, where, gathered with 25 friends and

You’ll find me somewhere between Before and After

For those who caught my blog post last week about Easter and resurrection, you might remember that I was speaking rather glowingly about my therapy group. This week I’m taking it all back. The problem with therapy groups in general

You’ll find me somewhere between Before and After

For those who caught my blog post last week about Easter and resurrection, you might remember that I was speaking rather glowingly about my therapy group. This week I’m taking it all back. The problem with therapy groups in general

Let’s drink to ridiculous hope

Yesterday, in the hall of the large lovely global ad agency in Chicago that employs me, as I passed a guy I work with, who was clearly slinking out of the office early, he said to me, with a jovial,

Let’s drink to ridiculous hope

Yesterday, in the hall of the large lovely global ad agency in Chicago that employs me, as I passed a guy I work with, who was clearly slinking out of the office early, he said to me, with a jovial,

I want a Vending Machine God, is that so much to ask?

I’m not a real “delayed gratification” kind of girl. I’m a lick the bowl while you’re making the cake, take a bite out of the pizza before you even sit down at the table, have a dinner roll right out

I want a Vending Machine God, is that so much to ask?

I’m not a real “delayed gratification” kind of girl. I’m a lick the bowl while you’re making the cake, take a bite out of the pizza before you even sit down at the table, have a dinner roll right out

Love > Fear. God sent me a sign. In the toilet.

I am in a restaurant toilet stall the other day and glance up to see this written there. Love > Fear It catches my eye first because, well, without going into too much detail, it was quite a bit different

Love > Fear. God sent me a sign. In the toilet.

I am in a restaurant toilet stall the other day and glance up to see this written there. Love > Fear It catches my eye first because, well, without going into too much detail, it was quite a bit different