Rear-view Mirror

How do you see what’s behind you when there’s no rear-view mirror?Do you rely on your memories alone or should you keep your focus in front of you?How do you keep track of the past to avoid going down the same road again? I don’t know. My rear-view window was blocked for about 7 hours…

So it begins

It was a long drive, but I’m here and hoping my furniture will be soon too. I haven’t been here 24 hours yet, but I think it’s going to be just fine.

The Sunday Post: For Sentimental Reasons

I’ve always been a nostalgic, sentimental type of person. Each time I leave a place for the last time, I feel sad, even if my time there wasn’t all that happy. Happened with school, work, and every house I’ve lived in. As a teen I spent more than one new year’s eve counting down the…

Empathy, Pity, and Self-Pity

I wrote a long, rambling post earlier today about contradictions and families and relationships and gossip and so on and so on….. it didn’t really go anywhere. After some reflection on my part, and some thoughtful suggestions from someone who read my draft, I reconsidered and did not post it. Then after listening to an…

Music Friday: Already Gone + Bonus

I wanted to share something today in honor of my last day in the office and my upcoming move, but I couldn’t come up with one that really fit the occasion. Instead I offer you a couple of songs that do speak to my current state of mind. The first is from one of my…

The Sunday Post: Gray Skies

Woke up listening to the rain on the roof and the sound comforted me. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in and the sound of rain always seems to make that even cozier. But it was still early, not even seven yet, and I was awake. I’ve been waking early these days and can’t get back…

Shelf Life

Sometimes the problem isn’t that you don’t have enough spice in your life. The problem is that all the spices went unused and expired before you even opened the jars.

Music Friday: Silver Lining

Not too long ago I broke the news to my son about our separation* and he was of course sad for me. Then I told him I was moving closer to him and how that came about. When I was done he said to me (something along these lines): “Well, Mom, I guess there’s your…