Category: bits and pieces
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lost
Hello, friends. It’s been a minute since I had words to leave here. I’m not entirely sure I have them now, but I’ll leave some anyway. Spoiler alert: I’m pretty sure this story doesn’t have a happy ending. It’s also not unique. But it has been our story for nearly a month now. On March…
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refresh
The Geek recently reminded me that it’s been, as the kids say, a hot minute since I laid down any words here. My bad. No particular reason, aside from lack of motivation and/or inspiration. I find 2017 – and by that I mean Trump et al – sucked every last bit of positive energy from…
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pieces
I like the broken ones. I like the things that aren’t quite perfect or maybe have outlived their original purpose. An envelope gets dyed and tucked into what used to be a book. A wool sweater that’s now 10 sizes too small gets cut up and resewn. A leather purse that can’t be rehabbed gets…
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art
Hello, friends. It’s been some time since I’ve had words to lay down here. In recent weeks especially, there has been a weight on my soul. Since November 8, to be exact. I know many of you feel the same. That there is nothing but darkness and despair lying before us for the next 4…
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love
It’s been a few days since Orlando. I’ve barely been able to think about it. But on the way to work on the bus this morning, when the tears came, I felt the words that needed to come out. They may make no sense. But I can’t carry them inside anymore. The friend I’ve had…
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grown
I’m writing these words for someone who may never see them. Our firstborn turned eighteen today. A legal adult. Technically free to leave and go about her business. She’s got one toe out the door. What she’s doing after graduation in 8 weeks is not quite decided – she may be going away to college…
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heart
I’ve been on this earth for close to half a century now. I don’t feel that old. I don’t think I have a lot to show for that much time. Bur recently while out with a new friend, it occurred to me that what I do have is a pretty great collection of people. Some…
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analogue
Hello, my pretties. Brace yourselves. I am about to put down some words about things that are NOT depressing. Or whiny. Pretty exciting. Back in September, someone in the vintage Coach collectors Facebook group posted something about planners. Like the old-school Filofax kind with calendars in them. And she mentioned that there were VIDEOS of…
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kilter
Guys, I’ve lost my sparkle. Gradually, day by day, month by month, so that I barely noticed it leaking away, leaving something foggy and thick. Suffocating. I am pretty good at sniffing out a lie or maybe-not-the-whole-truth in other people. Not so much in myself. Because if I was honest or brave, I would say this…
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precipice
Oh, my people. It’s a delicate time in my household. My daughter is a senior in high school. It’s an exciting time, to be sure, but I’m finding that excitement to be tempered with stress. A LOT of stress. For both of us. She is perched firmly at the top of the yawning, gaping maw…
foible and folly 