I am one of those people who knows that new year resolutions don't have a lot of staying power, but still finds a sense of hope and inspiration and "what if I can make all the changes for all the better" each year as January 1 rolls around. I start with an idea... or a… Continue reading Waiting to land
Tidings of Comfort?… Joy?
Cozy families. Classic carols. A fire crackling in the fireplace. Favorite seasonal meals, drinks. Warm oversized sweaters. Soft twinkle lights on the tree. The nostalgia of a favorite Christmas movie. Scents of cinnamon and pine wafting gently. And the joy of passing it on. Traditions. Traditions of comfort. And joy. ... So how does all… Continue reading Tidings of Comfort?… Joy?
Middle class illusions (or dreams of “being comfortable”)
I will preface this post by stating that, if my writing style doesn't totally give it away instantly, I do not claim to be an economist. I will also state that I'm working from the collective recognition and assumption that the middle class is shrinking and/or disappearing; that is, the rich are getting richer and… Continue reading Middle class illusions (or dreams of “being comfortable”)
Safe in the Bubble
Bubbles: fragile... fleeting... Or ... "safe enough" in the bubble? At the onset of Coronavirus, our family chose to take data and warnings and recommendations pretty darn seriously. We believed the CDC, we didn't doubt firsthand experiences. I mean, we don't wash our groceries or leave our mail in de-germing in the garage for a… Continue reading Safe in the Bubble
Hard Times call for Comfy Clothes
(Snuggle in... it's gonna be a bumpy ride.) And now for something completely different. 😊 2020 has, despite it's recent highlight (yes, singular), quite deservedly gotten a pretty bad rap for being unrelentingly difficult, hard, challenging. We've had to reinvent doing things we took for granted - school/work/meetings/church now often happen from home. We've had… Continue reading Hard Times call for Comfy Clothes
Tools of a Narcissist
The narcissist is a pro at using his tools. Do you know how to access your coping tools? As a preface, I *promise* I didn't start this blog to just shout into the political blogosphere, but as second-wave feminism famously said, "the personal is political" so... here I stand once again. I'll try to be… Continue reading Tools of a Narcissist
Addictive Comfort v. Addictive Discomfort
And unexpectedly, mid-morning, the news came through - for me, via a text from my brother on our ongoing family chat - that Pennsylvania officially was called for Biden, and in turn, the AP called the presidential race for Joe Biden and vice president Kamala Harris. There was shouting and cheers, there were joyful relieved… Continue reading Addictive Comfort v. Addictive Discomfort
Waiting in the In-Between
Feel like singing some Tom Petty with me this morning? "The waiiiting - is the hardest part." (Or maybe "Lemme get to the point - let's rollll another joint" might be apt. That can be later if you partake, ya damn hippies. No judgment. But I digress.) We knew the election results wouldn't be quick.… Continue reading Waiting in the In-Between
It’s the post I don’t want to write.
It's the space I don't want to inhabit. But four years ago, I didn't really even truly consider that it was possible for a smart, talented woman like Hillary Clinton to lose the presidential election against a blustering, lying reality star and oaf like DJT. That was naive. I was naive. I thought... yeah, she's… Continue reading It’s the post I don’t want to write.
Veggie burgers and voice
M: Mom, I don't think I have time to make a lunch before my next class, but I'm hungry. Me: You've got to use your longer breaks to take care of your needs. But I can make you something. M: I know. Ok. Me: Do you want some lentilada? M: Umm, maybe that would be… Continue reading Veggie burgers and voice
alive. awake. uncomfortable. 