Old School Posts

• When The Spotlight Isn't On You

  So. I met a man. And we're not talking about Husband. Calm down. Many months ago, I met a fellow intrepid in these blogging waters and it happened to be a man. A husband. A father. A writer. I'm not sure how he found me, or me him, but finding did occur. I remember that we had a meaningful em

• Moms Gone Wild

  [Sorry to disappoint, but this is not a post about Tiger. But there will be one. Because I just don't get the uproar (pun intended and exceedingly clever). He was a wild man, a very bad boy. And he delivered a public apology that was or wasn't genuine. He and his wife have stuff to talk about. B

• Freedom

  "The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage." -Thucydides "Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes." -Mahatma Gandhi "Man is free at the moment he wishes to be." -Voltaire "Freedom lies in being bold." -Robert Frost "All g

• The Good Virus

  Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time. Maya Angelou A newer friend of mine who happens to be single asked me a question recently. "When you met your husband for the first time, did you know?" And what she meant by this, of course, was did I know in that very moment o

• Whom Are You Hurting?

  These days, I don't read nearly as much as I would like to. But when I do find the time and the motivation to lose myself in a book, it is often one on the art of writing. Why? Because I am rookie and a work-in-progress and eager to improve. Because I am obsessively curious about the experiences

• Stop What You're Doing

  When I blog, I think about my girls. I think about them because I am writing about them, or because I am considering what effect my words might have on them. Now and in the future. It is very important to me that this blog is about me, my life, my questions and not really about them. My aim is t

• A Tiny Taste...

  I'm already with another man. He touches me. And I let him. He moves behind me. His strong fingertips press into the small of my back. His hold is somehow both delicate and firm. My heart flutters wildly. Only a few minutes have passed, but I'm already glazed with sweat, my own. "At my wed

• Permanent Girl

  This won't be very long because I know that 96% of you are stuck in a traffic jam somewhere on the continent and I don't want to waste my philosophic might and words on the rest of you. Sorry, Rest of You. Don't take it personally. Plus, you can only say so much about candy corn. Candy corn? Yes

• This Is Important

  As many of you know, I broke my no-blogging-in-August mandate for a very good reason. I came back here to tell a story about the tragic loss of Sergeant Patrick Hamburger (1981-2011), a brother of my good friend E's fiance. Patrick was among those thirty Americans recently killed during an attempted

• ABC's of Insecurity

  We humans are insecure creatures.  To pretend otherwise is foolish.  And yet that is exactly what we do.  Everyday.  We pretend that we have it all together.  We wake up and get dressed and go outside and smile.  What lingers behind those well-practiced smiles? The ABC’s of insecurity.