My daughter and I are sometimes at odds these days; while she has ended high school and is treading into the waters of looking for work to make money to travel through Europe, I sometimes barely do the dog paddle into this new life. Both of us are evolving and learning… Read full post »

He’s got it bad. Really bad. The other night he looks at me tenderly, his eyes all gooey with love and he tells me, “Yeah, you were asleep in my arms and you were snoring. You sounded sooo sweet!” I can’t help but feel sorry for him; after all, a guy… Read full post »

I could easily go into business with all the thingys that guys end up leaving at my house. I could make a fortune. The only trouble is, I’d run out of space to put the stuff.

First there was the guy who left his expensive runner’s shirt and socks. We… Read full post »

 You know, your (ex) friend is right: I’m too good for you. It’s not easy for me to say that; after all, as one who practices the art of spirituality, I (perhaps naively) like to think that we are all beautiful souls. Looks like I might be wrong about that.… Read full post »

Upon finishing another gut-gripping essay in Anne Lamott’s Grace book, I reel. Thoughts and inspirations of essays come flying at me, like in a mountain snowstorm, driving late at night while tennis ball-sized glaring white snowflakes fling wildly against the windshield, as if in a tunnel of wh… Read full post »

Lately the most important thing I do with my time is to learn...from the most extraordinary teachers. Teachers surround us, in every walk of life, every color, shape, fashion choice and hair-do. They pop their heads around corners, smile at us, let us know that they are there to support and… Read full post »

In this transitioning world, friendships seem to be in the new flow, as well.

“Hey, Greg?”

“What is it, baby?” Greg is one of my many male friends: our friendship, on the outside, looks like it extends beyond mere friendship; we call one another baby and… Read full post »

Sometimes I am amazed at what life brings. The other morning I realized that sleeping with my client’s dog is preferable to sleeping with certain men, most recently that last one. Although he warned me that he snores rather “softly,” as soon as his head hit the pillow, a constant mo… Read full post »

Even our vacuum cleaner is showing signs of depression, lately. As I move it around the first floor, the balls of bunched-up dog hair become stuck in the hose and the vacuum’s breathing is slower and “wheezier.” The fifties renovated vacuum doesn’t want to move and I need to c… Read full post »

All I can say is, we are blessed for the younger generations and their fearless spirits (otherwise interpreted as nonchalant attitudes)!  Driving to drop my teenage daughter off at school the other morning, I received an earful of my own stagnant and prudish ways.   As she placed her w… Read full post »

Comcast has a new “SmartZone” thingy for email.  The thing that I wonder about, is why does it seem that anything called smart seems to be inherently dumb and stupid?  Take Comcast email for instance.  The service is way worse, I can do less thingys than I used to be able… 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 »

As I hugged everyone goodbye last night at around 10:30 to take off for the drive back to Denrock, Nick laid sprawled on the floor, looking beat. His wife, writer Mary T. Kelly, continued to chat with the lingering guests, several who spent the night (and a couple more) on their… 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 »

 Yesterday, when I noticed that Apache is in financial trouble, I read her blog, thinking that perhaps she can move in with my daughter and I. At least my mortgage is being paid and we have a roof over our heads. Oddly enough, that same day, my daughter and I went… 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 »

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 »

I have read that if one challenges oneself, once a day, one will be a better, more well rounded person for it.  Today, I challenge myself one time, multiplied by several years (I believe I have the extra grey hair to prove it) which leads me to wonder: am I that… Read full post »

okay, so i haven't watched the boob (as in TV) for so many years i lost count.  still, this is my idea for the announcement: jon, who looks virile (i suspect) only looks that way because of the mega doses of hormones he takes...he used to be a woman, only a… 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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »