Wizarding at 40

Oh my gods, y’all…I turned 40 today! FORTY!!! When I turned 30, a decade ago (holy crap), my friends got me a Harry Potter cake. Apparently, the salesperson at the grocery store looked at them askance when they told them how old I was. They probably thought they were decorating a cake for an 11…

The Way Home, #3

It’s hot.  I mean, really hot.  It’s so hot that when you step from the shade across that Great Divide into the spot where the sun hits the pavement, you just wanna shrivel up.  Except that you can’t shrivel up because the humidity plumps you back out again. It’s the kind of hot that makes…

2015, Adieu

Wow. I wrote a whopping eight blog posts this year.  There are myriad reasons for my ongoing silence.  The biggest one is that I spend every day in this high-intensity situation and by the time I get home I have no desire to look at another computer or exert the extra energy toward another obligation….

My Sweetest Toby

My Sweetest Toby, We had so much fun together over the years, didn’t we?? All the camping, and the tousling and the tug-of-wars and treats. And the snuggling, all the snuggling! You were such a complete part of my every day world. My day began and ended with you, all the timez. We walked together…

Mardi Gras Part 1: Delusional!

Well, hello there world! Greetings from the other side of Mardi Gras. I am laughing so hard right now at my first Mardi Gras post of the year, whereupon I shared my excitement and overwhelmedness about being busy preparing for my FIRST EVER PARADE. I’m not laughing because it was ridiculous or otherwise laughable. I’m…

FYC is THREE!

My goodness.  I just realized. January 5, 2012.  Denver.  Snow.  Desire to DO SOMETHING of my own.  Saving to move.  Craving to write. I can’t believe that was three years ago, already.  What a wild ride it has all been, since.  Thanks to all of you who have been Reading this Ride.  For THREE YEARS. …

Faire Days, Part 1 (Wherein I Spin the Tale of my Fantastical Past)

It is the perfect morning to write about elves and festival days, about mirth and merriment and magic. My loyal hound, as he does like clockwork each morning, bade me wake at about 5:30 a.m., expressing his need to venture outdoors. And venture we did, into a thunderstorm. We braved the dark hale and vanquished…

Whereupon I Evolved from Patient to Villain in 24 Hours

At 6:00 a.m. yesterday, J and I went forth into the darkness to the medical center for my dreaded Nose Surgery. Checked in, saw my folks who came for support, talked some Batman, and was then taken back into the patient space to get the whole shebang started. Touro has a great team over there, for…

Nine Years Later: August 29

As I fired up my laptop to write this, Tom Waits paid me a visit on my Pandora station and it was “Day After Tomorrow” which, even though it’s a song about a soldier at war, feels really poignant today. It is, again, August 29.  A very, very complex day to walk around in. Today, I went…