I am writing this for Auds’ beautiful daughter, Meg. For some reason, I never expected to have children, despite Kathy King’s mumbo-jumbo “yarn” trick sophomore year that told me I’d be a mother to 16. I didn’t think I’d be married, either. I will admit that for awhile there, I DID wonder if maybe…Continue Reading
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Lessons
For as long as I can remember, I’ve watched my dad work hard. Beyond the norm, hard. Beyond the extraordinary, hard. He’s the sort to put his all into whatever he does and he gave his heart, soul, mind, and body to every company for which he worked. He wasn’t home much when I was…Continue Reading
Bedtime for Dummies
Somehow bedtime around here has disintegrated into a rigorous re-enactment of CSI: Miami with a dash of Last Comic Standing and a prodigious sprinkle of Amazing Race. I don’t know how it happened really; the whole crazy nighttime routine that recently spiraled completely into the nether regions of hell’s eternal fire. Let me lay…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #136: Done
For today, something simple. Maybe. Probably not. Either way, please consider the prompt: What have you always wanted to do, but haven’t done yet? Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments. First time to PROMPTuesday? Read…Continue Reading
Pansy
I’m too much of a pussywillow to publicy post the no-good, perfectly awful thing I did more than 15 years ago. Can I still be sued for desecration of property? For improperly applying lipstick? For having a boyfriend who impersonated a mentally-challenged half-marathoner? You never know. And for that reason, I am password-protecting my…Continue Reading
Protected: Snobs & Daft: The Terrible, Awful, No-Good Thing Edition
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Snobs and Daft, UPDATED
Back in my 20s, I worked for an ad agency off Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. Every morning I’d take the bus from my Lincoln Park walk-up to a busy stop across the street and up a few from Henri Bendel, then ride the elevator to four floors of the most self-absorbed, morally corrupt, home-wrecker establishment for…Continue Reading
Snobs and Daft
Back in my 20s, I worked for an ad agency off Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. Every morning I’d take the bus from my Lincoln Park walk-up to a busy stop across the street and up a few from Henri Bendel, then ride the elevator to four floors of the most self-absorbed, morally corrupt, home-wrecker establishment for…Continue Reading
I Effing Did It Again: A Re-Post
I have this annoying habit, one I didn’t know what to call before, although I knew it needed a name, a slogan, a tagline. Something catchy and inspiring. Finally, a few months ago a friend called it “Going Geico™,” and nothing could more perfectly sum it up. So what I do is I…Continue Reading
Plumbing: A Re-Poem
{{Originally posted in 2008… Here again, because it’s that kind of day…}} electric fingers, worn by silver move me forward, will I hear a whisper spent as light in near dawn, spirals hesitation limps, then settles sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold peeks through the porthole, spider glass pipes of…Continue Reading
A Christmas Mosaic
So many things. None of them particularly well written nor stylish, but I show up anyway. I fully expect this post to veer between obtuse, informative, choppiness, and borderline angsty-random. Just so you know. (Also I’ve never explained my inner self as well as with those four-to-five adjectives.) Plus, I feel the need to just…Continue Reading
Cyclonic Soul
“I want to write,” I said, because I’ve started to say it more out loud. Time was, I asked the question inside, only to myself. What do you want to do? What do you want to do? What do you want to do? And it always is to write. I know that.…Continue Reading
