I’ll Have a Pop-Tart With an Epi Chaser

Breathing.  I do like it, need it, can’t live without it, blady, blady.  It’s just that I haven’t given it much thought, lucky me.  It generally happens without much effort, this breathing.  There was a time when I tried smoking, but it didn’t really take because I couldn’t breath during soccer games.  I was trying [...]

Talk Amongst Yourselves, I’m a Little Verklempt (Again)

Normally I don’t get weepy over politics. I am often disgusted and driven towards reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond and Friends instead of news. Journalism majors are supposed to care about news (imagine that) and I’m surprised they let me graduate with my extreme aversion to it. We could go into why I chose that [...]

Thoughts From the Hair Chair

Here is one of the reasons why I hate getting my haircut:  sitting in that chair and staring at my face for an hour is becoming tortuous as the years go by.  Maybe when I was younger it didn’t bother me as much, but now that my neck is doing that sagging thing, my hair [...]

Did You Find Everything Okay? Or Why I Love to Grocery Shop

The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
-William Carlos Williams
I know what you’re thinking. She’s not really writing about grocery shopping is she? But sometimes a simple thing needs attention (hence the poem). Sometimes behind something mundane there lies meaning (this is not one of those times, but I’m just saying, [...]

A Quick Goodbye

My coworker has passed away, and I keep thinking about the last conversation we had. It was Christmas Eve, and we were talking about time off. Because here at the Company I Work For, paid time off is a use-it-or-lose-it kind of thing, and when the year rolls to a close your PTO hours go [...]

Dear Genie – I Want….

“Which one of us, throwing a coin into a fountain, is entirely immune from the belief that the act of wishing – from the thought in the mind to the coin making its plink in the water- will somehow provoke an actual outcome?” – The Wishing Year by Noelle Oxenhandler
I used to make resolutions. Resolved: [...]