Obia Dobia Shmobia.

Philemaphobia or Philematophobia- Fear of kissing. Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love. Fear of missing out on something good/great/fantastic because you're afraid you're in too deep, getting too close? Is there a word for this?  (And, no, that's not it.  Not the words I'd use, exactly, but close.) Not too deep... Continue Reading →

Ostridge*.

"I am not a product of my circumstances.  I am a product of my decisions." -Stephen Covey. *Yes, the title is mispelled.  It is mispelled on purpose, as are both those uses of "misspelled."  They are, all three, misspelt (which is oddly correct, though it looks deplorable, doesn't it?  It looks witchy and magickal.) by... Continue Reading →

Most Nights.

Most nights I laymedown with a simple "thanks" and a small smile and turn on my side pretending I can reach out stroke your back or neck or hold your hand in the comfortable plain between our restings Most nights, the rituals of putting the household to bed are simple dog, locks, thermostat music, lights... Continue Reading →

Untitled (but suggestions welcome)

"Note to self:  It's not the future that you're afraid of.  It's fear of repeating the past that makes you anxious. Keep going forward." ~ me. 30 Aug, 2014. Originally posted elsewhere (with a different image) a couple years ago today, it is fresh and bright this morning. Alone in the house with things that hum.... Continue Reading →

Bearings.

Sunday evening truth:  After two full weeks, I feel a bit lost. Maybe it will come and go, just as the realization I am actually here at all keeps knocking me over in unpredictable, powerful waves of 'Oh my gosh!!'  They rise up at the silliest times and catch my breath.  At the kitchen sink... Continue Reading →

Sidestep West

Between packing my NY home and moving to VA, I stopped in the desert. My sister, evertheyounger, turned 50 last week; we flew out to surprise her and visit a while. Yes, she was utterly speechless and teary Saturday morning at The Egg and I (delicious breakfast, sweet staff, curious fellow diners). No, she never... Continue Reading →

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