This is going to be one of the hardest posts I’ve ever written because I’m going to write it entirely with my thumbs. I left my laptop charger at my sweetheart’s house this morning and my computer only lasts about 10 minutes on a full charge, so there it is. There’s this thing that happens […]
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I dreamt I was in my house with my contractor, Jason. He wanted to give a presentation about popping the top and adding a second floor, something I’ve been looking at IRL but gave up on because of the cost … almost 300K to add 600 square feet. He and I invited about twenty people […]
It’s finally snowing after a long dry spell. I don’t relish driving in the snow but those fires this summer … I am having a quiet morning in Fort Collins. My sweetheart didn’t sleep well and it’s slippery and cold out so I get to hang out in my robe and write. Two of my […]
I’ve been in my house since Sunday and every single night I’ve had very vivid dreams. They always set the tone for the day and even if they aren’t “good” dreams. Having had an interesting dream starts me off on a good foot. Last night’s was a doozy, buckle up because it is all over […]
I was so tired last night. My sweetheart FaceTimed me at 7pm, early for him. We usually check in after 9, a goodnight chat. Ever since Thanksgiving he’s taken to FaceTime, I have a love/hate relationship with it. I love seeing him, I hate being seen. The vane me wants to check my appearance, but […]
I saw Marcia over Thanksgiving. Yes, yes, I know, Covid and staying home. But this wasn’t about turkeys or family traditions that can be put off another year. This is about seeing someone perhaps for the last time. So I went with my boys after having gotten tested. I want them to know her and […]
I cannot believe I’ve taken another trip around the sun! But here I am, a year older and (whew) happier. This last year was a major ass-kicker. I have searched fruitlessly for work, finalized my divorce, started a new relationship, moved in and out of my house dozens of times, am in the process of […]
Panic attacks are a part of our landscape, hardly memorable in their banality.
A weekend trip to Santa Fe with my sweetheart.
I dreamt about a little house across the alley. It was pink stucco and dilapidated and I had fantasies about buying and renovating it. In the meantime a man bought and was working on it. I was walking by and I introduced myself to him, I tried to make conversation about the house, angling for […]