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Tuesday, 16 October 2018 23:18

Missing the Dog Days of Summer Featured

There is a ball pit of empty water jugs in my daughter’s bedroom. You see, she went to college and took her service dog with her. So I’m filling her room at home with her dog’s favorite toys. Lots of them. The floor is covered. Maybe it’s my coping mechanism. ** Four years ago, a my oldest daughter's college president had welcomed anxious parents with anxious freshmen with these words: “Your children will miss the family dog – their pets – more than they will miss you.” I have honestly forgotten anything else that man said. I think I immediately…
Wednesday, 26 September 2018 16:29

Don't Tell. No, TELL. Featured

Warning:My writing Don’t Tell. No, Tell was unexpected. The content of this blog speaks frankly to abuse and may be triggering.   Let’s have at it. If it didn’t happen to you, it did happen to someones you know. And yes, that is plural – more than one someone. Likely it happened in your teens. But also likely that you were a preteen. Or younger. Or older. And highly likely you never told anyone about the assault. Maybe you didn’t want to call it an assault. You didn’t want to call it anything. Safer that way: if you didn’t name it,…
“You Can’t Save Them All” and Other Words of Advice I Can’t Stand to Hear Recently, I lost a teen to the world of her unwell mother. The presiding courts were in a different country and a different culture and will not rely on the expertise of mental health professionals – yet. It is changing, but those changes will be too late for this young woman as well as her brother. For them, the damage will be done. I cry and I rage. Present tense. Still. Friends and family have cried and raged with me. But occasionally, I would hear…
Monday, 27 August 2018 18:47

Change of Plans Featured

You know how you “win some; you lose some”? Well, two years ago my youngest lost some. Her plan went south; which meant, incidentally, that my plan also went south. At first, it veered. Then it tumbled. And then it plummeted. Her plan? Go to college. Her reality? Her health. And that translated to: staying home another 2 years and training a service dog. So that then she could go to college. And, for me, that translated to: so much for empty nest and downsizing and missing my daughters and re-thinking my life, what I could do, where I could…
Sunday, 05 August 2018 20:52

Good Night, Meow. Featured

My armpits are lonely. My cuddle cat passed away. She died. In my arms.  She was a petite Siamese with that stubby, crooked Asian tail; whenever I pet her, my hand continued along the “cat tail arc” long after her actual tail had actually ended. What she lacked in tail, she gained in character – as if she needed any more. Her favorite place to be was wherever I was. Under my feet – as I walked (cat-danced) down the stairs. At my side – when I fell down the stairs. Talking at me as I walked in the door…
Tuesday, 06 February 2018 22:44

69 Places to . . . Featured

  on a pillow under a pillow under a sheet on a nightstand in the medicine cabinet tucked in the bathroom mirror on a toilet seat top in a pocket of pjs / robe tucked into exercise clothes in a shoe in a bagged lunch in a diaper bag in a briefcase / purse in a backpack placed against the laptop screen peeking out from under a keyboard tucked into an ipad case peeking out of that junk drawer in a coffee mug or taped to the bottom on a window sill in the fridge (under a recently purchased fav…
Thursday, 01 February 2018 22:44

Can't App This Featured

There’s no app for a signed romantic card tucked into the bathroom mirror (or left on the dashboard). No e-card can replace that. There’s no app for a rose on the pillow. (Or the cat that got to it first . . . ) There’s no app for a candlelit room. There’s no app for the wet dog nose trying to nuzzle in on your nuzzling. There’s no app for the sensation that the kids are safely sleeping or reading or playing . . .  for just a little bit longer and you know your door is locked . .…
Monday, 29 January 2018 22:44

If Cell Phones Were Honest Featured

Some phones have auto reply choices for those times when we can’t pick up the call. Mine has a choice of: I’m on my way. Can I call you later? Sorry I can’t talk right now. <custom> I, for one, would like a bigger selection including: Really? Now? Bathroom break. Honestly, you don’t want to hear this. I may call you back. I may forget. Give it a few days. But the text I really want to select will stop the caller immediately with this: I can’t talk right now. I meant to turn my phone off but I was…
Friday, 19 January 2018 22:44

Heart2Heart: Because Talk is the "New Sexy" Featured

  I want to get some! (Cards, that is.) For couples who ask each other, “How was your day?” and hear the answer, “Fine.” Far too many times . . . For couples whose together-time has become routine and monotonous . . . For couples who spend more time alone together mesmerized by their devices . . . It’s simple math: Lovers: 2.Provocative, romantic, and intimate cards: 69.  From any position, it’s a win-win.  Heart2Heart dares all those end-of-day casual, oftentimes unintentional interrogations to be actual fun, loving, affectionate conversations. Face-to-face. Eyes. Without distracting devices.Touch. Without the screen.Heart2Heart. Without missing…
Thursday, 21 December 2017 22:15

'Tis the Season . . . (YOU Are the Best Holiday Gift) Featured

  Just last week I saw Santa in Trader Joe’s. As in my Trader Joe’s in my small town. It almost makes him my Santa. Almost.You’ve probably seen him, too. He’s been in malls, on street corners, in parades. Maybe he’s visited your town, too. Your  Santa.But, how fun it was to see him shopping. With a cart. And – in teen speak – like, everything. He wasn’t in his usual Santa sitting position, greeting and waving. I am sure he was the real deal. I mean the real Santa would need to shop, right? So it’s sort of like seeing your teacher…
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