missed grips and flailing arms — Wreckage My morning routine wouldn’t be complete without the grand finale of dropping at least one thing as loudly and disastrously as possible. Usually, it’s my hair brush since sending it flying let’s me know that I’m alive. “There it is.” He says, loud enough for me to hear. Yesterday morning…

yours is yours & mine is mine — I don’t have a fetish or know of anyone who admits to having one. My experience of the sexual fetish is purely derived from murder shows and media, always following up with, “what in the hell…”. The Oxford Dictionary defines fetish as: a form of sexual desire in which gratification…

The thing of it is, I’m living a life in quarters, four of them to make a whole dollar life, no different from most women my age. Labels can be great when they don’t spell out, ‘Home’ on the wall above the couch, or ‘Soap Dispenser’ stenciled on the soap…

Me, My Self-Haraunging, & I — Every toilet I’ve settled my tush on this vacation has been lower than expected. Easing down to a jerky, off-centered squat, my thoughts quickly go to a dark place: “what if I fall and hit my head and need to be extracted ”… I loved coming home to our new…

Paradise. Also, roosters, mold, and a lot of trash. — I joined the fisherman, who is my husband, on the vessel yesterday. We started on the Gulf of Mexico side of the 7 Mile Bridge, crossing to the Atlantic by lunch. …

entertaining my brain — It’s only been a few months since my daughter convinced me to listen to a podcast. “you should listen to The Office Ladies, it’s so good.” she said. “I can’t do podcasts, it’s the only time I get to listen to music." At that time, listening to anything, music or…

She stood at my desk unwrapping a chocolate. "I was going to stop by Saturday with a pack of Modela’s - like, hello!" Her words startled me. I clenched and blurted, "oh my!" Recovering, I recalled the day, "We went to town for more house stuff." …

Once the ground has been ruffled up (excavated) and the subfloor constructed, move-in your new appliances and new furniture. There will never be an easier time. You're welcome. Construction dust is never removed. It's just recycled. Give it a few cleans, and ask yourself, "didn't I just wipe this down?"…

A heavily dramatic & unnecessary account of being too cold. — Very nearly freezing to death seems to be my frequent state of discontent. Needless to say, I love blankets (and hoodies, mittens and wool socks — all on at the same time). Yesterday I laughed at a meme shared by my mom, “when I’m an old lady I’m going to…