Twentieth Century, Go to Sleep

Ten years ago the fish cook at the restaurant on Harvard Avenue told me I would find love again.
You will fall in love and you will get married and have children.
A prophecy.
But that summer of 1999 I danced alone and raged alone and devoured that past of ours with a despair I hadn’t known was possible.
Thank you [...]

Tired Metaphor (Because I am nothing if not TIRED)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Here we are, a week and a half ago, rafting in the wilds of British Columbia, guided by George, Russell, and Kyle, our safety guide in his trusty kayak.
Pam Houston writes some excellent short stories and essays about being a white-water rafting guide and how running rivers  is akin to navigating life.
The tremendous folk singer Utah [...]

Oh Canada, Refreshing Canada

I have returned from Vancouver and Whistler Mountain. I am a new woman. 
I can’t possibly decide the best part.
Was it the company? The uninterrupted nights of sleep? The pomegranate martinis? The mountain air?
Perhaps it was strolling through Vancouver or the bike ride around Stanley Park and the views of the harbor and the mountains and [...]

Final Thoughts Before I Dash Off—

1.  I have been looking forward to this long girl’s weekend for months now. Whenever I feel frustrated with the boys I’ve thought of this weekend’s adventure. And now that it is upon me, I want to freeze time–both because once it’s over, It’s Over, and because suddenly Pitter and Patter seem like the most [...]

Grace in Small Things: 17

1. Antibiotics
I came down with official mastitis this weekend (fever, chills, body-soaking sweats yippee) after fighting it last month without medication. This time I needed medication. And, although taking it 4 times a day on an empty stomach makes eating when I’m hungry nearly impossible, and it gives poor Patter terrible poops, it works! I’m [...]