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As I was falling in love with the process  of writing, I dropped down a bit of a rabbit hole pondering the concepts of story and...

Having lived almost exclusively in my head from a very early age, until recently I was wholly unaware that everybody didn’t live the same...

I’m surely dating myself, but this question, asked with varying degrees of frequency and vitriol, was not uncommon when I was a child. It...

Those of you who are aware of my historical relationship with the holidays  may be surprised to learn that, despite a year filled with...

[Those who know me well will not be surprised to hear that my mind immediately went to “moron self-forgiveness”, which made me laugh out...

Fresh from our Thanksgiving viewing of Wicked , the CWP  and I were enjoying a sort of suspended animation. We’d known since September...

This year has been the mother of all time warps. A mashup of Groundhog Day and Back to the Future. Each of the days spent visiting my...

In my previous life, I was the embodiment of the people-pleasing, overachieving, good girl. I obeyed, I conformed, and I sacrificed any...

I woke up on a recent Sunday morning in a local hotel, where I’d decamped to give the CWP  and her visiting friends the run of the house...

It’s been a bit of a heavy week here at the mermaid cottage. My attempt to lighten it up, and provide a crowd favorite, is this latest in...

“My poor mother, who was both a terrorist and a child.” Anne Lamott This perfect gem, from one of my favorite authors, so beautifully...

It’s been about two months since my withdrawal to work on some radical self-care and a major attitude adjustment. Apparently, my Spidey...

What happens when your incurable optimism results in profound disappointment? When your Herculean efforts to remain patient and positive...

As I enter my fourth week of extremely limited movement thanks to my latest gift from the Universe, my gratitude list is topped by my...

It’s so easy to be positive when the metaphorical sun is shining. Or at least peeking out on the horizon. Or even when the brutal storm...

My little buddy and I were both in high spirits as we set out for a walk Sunday morning. His walks are the highlight of his days, and I...

This week I was remembering the short-lived experiment in which the CWP attended a private Episcopal school for third and part of fourth...

[Things have been a bit on the grim side here lately, so I’m sharing a lighter piece that I wrote a while back. I was initially hesitant...

[Instead of divulging all the gory details, I’ll just say that the last ten days or so have been one of those periodic mid-terms that the...

An examination of my journals over the last decade (something I’m not brave, or masochistic, enough to do) would reveal that easily one...