Anniversaries, Adulting and Snuggling with Tina Fey

Yesterday would have been my great-grandfather’s 118th birthday and my 26th wedding anniversary. The day before yesterday would have been Nana and PawPaw’s 74th anniversary? Whoa.   I was a young thing when I got married, and it only lasted a couple of years. But I will say it was a learning experience. I have…

NYC Ramblings

Hot, bitter coffee in my cup swirled with sweet thoughts of hot dudes reading in the subway. Touch. Chocolate. Kisses on my tongue. Is that a Spanish accent? You look like you stylishly rolled out of bed. That signature coat. It’s probably designer, but I wouldn’t know. My hangover, headache subsides. Too much lemon on my…

Minus the Doom + Gloom

Someone recently texted me the words “doom and gloom,” and I thought, “that’s it, I’m going to write something upbeat. Something that sings rather than moans.” And then David Bowie died at age 69 from cancer. And today Alan Rickman died at age 69 from cancer. And two of my beautiful cousins are battling cancer….

Young Lady, I’m Not Done With You Yet!

“I’ve met so many people of different languages and cultures. You know what? We are all one. Insulated In our smaller worlds, but united by spirit nonetheless. Religions blinds us to our unity. I wish I could have done more to see peace and understanding prevail. But I am weary of running from my darkness….

Good Morning, Moon; Merci, Universe

A sharp pain pulses in my left arm. Could this be it? Is this what it feels like? My heartbeat jumps here and there, and I have trouble breathing let alone thinking rational thoughts. I am on fire with rage. Angry because I knew this would happen again, but kept fighting my intuition. Angry because…

The Dishwasher

When did life become about loading and unloading a dishwasher? We cook. We plate. We eat. We rinse. We stack. We add soap, click the door shut, push some buttons. It runs. It washes. It dries. It signals when it’s done. We open. We put everything back in its place. And there it is. That…

Constantly Creating/Re-Creating

Here. Now. The soil, the herbs, grounding me. The Spanish chocolate, the pool, transporting my senses to the place I really call home, sometimes. The gecko limerickly welcoming us to what’s rightfully his, and forever will be after we’re gone. And now this, a weekend retreat with the ladies, the art, the laughter, the wine…

Today’s Theme? – ESCAPE!

“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love “Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can…

Thank you, Mama

I’m a wanderer. Born and mostly raised in Louisiana, I have lived in and/or traveled to Seattle, Florida, New York (both upstate and the city), Vancouver, Montreal, London, Paris, Barcelona, Southeast Asia, Greece, and Dublin, to name a few. In my eyes, I am one of the fortunate ones … to know what it’s like…