Horoscopes and Fairy Godmothers

When I actually think to read my horror-scope, I like to read it at the end of the day. Somehow, it’s all so much more mysterious when given the day’s events, I’m able to analyze the extent to which the stars have been correct. Or at least that Holiday Mathis, who […]

Lavender and peace of mind

I’ve been thinking about my mom quite a bit lately. It isn’t that I don’t think of her, because she’s always in my mind at one point or another in a days’ time for any number of reasons.
When I leave something out of place, I hear her voice telling me to put it away. […]

Cheers to You, Family, and new Gaming PCs.

So we made it to Virginia and after a few days of very grey skies and a refreshing chill in the air, it totally warmed up to near 60 degrees and then rained. Sheesh. And today?
The freaking sun is out. What’s up with that? You would think that when you fly across […]

And another one leaves Paradise.

My mom has loaded up and is getting into her little white car tomorrow at about 3:00 AM. She’s sold her casita in the hills, and the last few real possessions other than clothes have been gifted, donated, or bartered away. Although she has had to make the difficult decision to leave a […]

Genetically Meandering and Goal-Free, or Something

Funny how a subtle change in a suffix or hyphenation can significantly change the connotation of something. As in goal-less or goal-free. One clearly implies not only lack — but a negative one at that, and the other, a sort of liberating, non-shackled state of being. Sort of the difference between:

the sad sack who […]

Domestic Maven + Blog = Blob Goddess

When I was growing up, I knew there was going to be a spot in Mavenville for me somewhere. I spent way too much time looking at that Betty Crocker cookbook drooling over the three-layer coconut covered cake with lemon filling oozing out of it. And the Sears & Roebuck catalogue that came […]

Snarking, Helicopters, and Independent Kids

Last Friday, one of the RT’s friends followed him upstairs to get a few things before they left to go hang out at his house for the evening. Why not ours?
As he approached the RT’s room, he declared, “Doog (that’s Doog and not Dude), what’s up with your room? Jeez. What a wreck!” […]

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