My Single Life: Day 49

I had date #4 with “dress guy” last night. You know, the one who said he would go anywhere with me as long as I wore dresses like the one I did for our first dinner date. This is also the guy I thought I scared away with all my talking and tears on our…

Ten Things I Like about Being Single, So Far

Sigh. I had a whole post written and ready to publish, and it included a great list of things I like about being single. But then when I went to save it something happened and I lost it all. It’s like I never started it or wrote a single word.  I will try my best…

My Single Life: Day 37

I had multiple ideas last night for a post or two, and maybe even for the continuation of Jenny’s story, which I’m still working on, but of course I did not get out of bed to write them down. I was tired. I kind of remember a few of them…. This is (just) a quick…

Music Fridays: Vamos a la Playa

This week’s bloom take me back to the beach…. wish I was there right now. This week’s weather turned cool and rainy, probably because I was bragging about how nice it was. 🙂 I’m not sure I ever went to Taboga when I was 13 or 14. I don’t remember going with my family so…

You’re Doing it Wrong

Is there a wrong way to do it? I’m referring to dating, in case you can’t read my mind. Maybe specifically online dating, but mostly dating in general. This is so new to me. I keep thinking that my case is unusual, that most people have dated much more than I have at some point…

Mangoes

This week’s bloom about mangoes, along with a recommendation from a friend, as well as today’s daily meditation email, are tied together like the ribbons attached to each of my weekly blooms. They are all encouraging me to separate in order to be strong. I must cut the cord that is holding me back; break…

Passport Photos (Jenny’s Story Continues)

Passport photos, like your driver’s license photo, have a reputation for being awful, but they’re not known for being disruptive. Jenny had been in the middle of her Saturday morning exercise class. There was a break and while she waited for the next song to come up it occurred to her to check to see…

Meet me on the Path

I’m almost overdue to write about my newest bloom. After I picked it last week I had great intentions to go “on location” somewhere and stage a picture along a road or a trail or a bridge somewhere. But the weather has not cooperated. I feel fortunate that I’m not in Texas or the midwest…

The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day

Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…