Catastrophe blew through our home, today: my teenage daughter caught me single-handed...wearing her red lace thong panties.  It doesn’t seem to matter that I absent-mindedly thought the fancy panties were my own (regardless of my accrued wisdom/pre-senioritis), she refuses to believe me.… Read full post »

“All I need is the air that I breathe...and to love you...” Rick tells me that he plays that song, in my honor, since on our very first date some kind of panic anxiety runs through my entire body, causing a minor asthma attack.  By the end of our meal, almost-full… Read full post »

Sex, sex and more sex.  Dolphins are known to do it for fun...seeing the way they play in water, that's not the biggest surprise.  And when I got the chance to swim with several and to kiss one, on it's nose--it kept coming back for more.  Is that all this world… Read full post »

“Mom, you’re all about relationships!...Hayley tells me. Although she is only just-turned-sweet-eighteen, Hayley is as wise as an owl.  Or wiser. And as a single parent, I learn she is absolutely right; this is what I write about, what blows up my skirt in a torrential way.… Read full post »

Big Island Love

Living in the middle of paradise is not always easy.  It sounds beautiful enough, breathtaking enough, grandiosely abundant enough and it truly is.  My husband and I are at a crossroads.

Our marriage endures flying termites’ crash landing on our bed p… Read full post »

(This is a continuation of life as a S.P...)

And then there’s dating. Hayley meets number one guy: he happens to be walking out toward our front door to leave, when she’s coming home. They immediately connect and he hangs out longer, the three of us talking (well mostly Hayley and… Read full post »

After posting about my daughter's red lace thong panties, I received a couple of follow-ups to the story; i.e. other versions (from males, actually).  Like this one: The Case of the Red Lace Thongy Boxer Shorts
 
Catastrophe  blew through our house yesterday: my wife busted in on me… Read full post »

In the car a song comes on with an Asian singer; I sinisterly mimic her high voice, only sounding weirder.  Who the heck told Asians they could sing, I think.  Have I always felt this way or did it begin with my almost ex-husband (who swore that he is going to… Read full post »

It’s the damndest thing: my own brother sent me an email about a phone sex career.  I left him a phone message, asking him if he’s pissed at me for some particular reason (he was mentioned in an essay I recently wrote and published, his part being in a not-so favorable… Read full post »

My life is going to hell in a hand basket.  I’m sure of this.

 I put an ad on craigs.  I got an email from a guy named John.  We email, then talk by phone.  He’s a good kid, although I don’t believe he knows who Jacquelyn Kennedy was.  Or… Read full post »

As the rain softly, persistently falls, I am reminded of my heart’s home, Kauai, where the rain is warm and it tickles your hair, your eyelashes and your whole being.  I am content with the rainfall, unlike most, who desire the melting sun, only, to quench and inspire their souls.  My… Read full post »

I want to nap...so want to map...in fact, bed is calling me...(just noticed that map came out of my fingers instead of nap...probably a Freudian slip, meaning to map out my life?)...Where, exactly, am I going, in what direction am I headed?

My mother is in town.  It’s been a… Read full post »

Although he is fairly short, bald and quiet, he is my hero, as a toddler.  His only daughter, I run into his arms when he comes home from work, in the evenings, late, after dinner.  He swoops me up, twirls me around and tells me, confidentially, “I have a surprise for… Read full post »

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been living in a hole.  Or maybe it’s that my imagination runs amuck, at times.  Take the skies, for example: the soaring white lines—that we used to lovingly call “skywriting”—that are lately (as of the last almost twenty years… Read full post »

Life is a bit challenging, at the moment.  I spend the day feeling lost and tired and finally resign when I begin to “blank out” in front of the computer.  I take a nap; upon awakening, I feel a fear so great, as if I am in the dark, climbing out… Read full post »

After reading the blog on fucking a fellow work employee, I feel a bit more comfortable to write about my own sexual "adventures."  Not that they are as exciting, these days.  Most of the time, it's with myself.

You have to understand that I waited until mid-life to begin masturbating;… Read full post »

When I am a young girl, there is one thing that I never want to be: a single parent. Poof! the Universe says...Single Parent—here ya go. That’s the mantra going ‘round my head, obviously: Single Parent, Single Parent, Single Parent. And so it is.

Now I admit that I bring… Read full post »

It appears I have an emotional heroine addiction: that's what a newly found friend of a friend told me, at a party.  Jeez, it's a damn good thing she straightened me out about that--I thought I was in love...relating to my soul mate on a very intimate level, in fact, our… Read full post »

“We all have a god-forsaken right to be loved,” Jason Mraz sings in his love song that I crank up high in the car on the way home from a half wonderful/half disastrous fourth date with a guy that I’m beginning to really like.  Again, my body doesn’t want to cooperate… Read full post »

Okay so here I am at G’s backyard, soaking up the relentless sun.  Outside the fence gate are foreign work men, cleaning gutters on each townhouse.  Inside am I, revealing black bra (ooooh, soft, sexy half-breasts peeking/… Read full post »

The song, “Over the Rainbow” comes over my computer...and for a few sweet moments it’s tough for me to focus on work.  My mind goes to us in your car, listening to Over the Rainbow, singing along with it, singing until we decide to get out, Hayley in the backseat, making… Read full post »

Today, after grocery shopping for a quick life’s “distraction” and escape, I come home and feel nauseous.  Not the usual nausea, because of something I ate.  It is because of someone I “leave,” years ago.

Even though I am the first one in my marriag… Read full post »

Surviving (Letting go of) Ed

It’s funny how certain things can just pop up and remind one of someone.  Like today, for instance: as I traveled in my car down the road, I notice a squirrel lying in the middle of the street.  The squirrel is on its… Read full post »