Mauy thai.Continue reading “Violence Is Never The Answer”
$5 Mustache Ride
I went back to a Mexican restaurant I haven’t visited in a while; a place I used to bring Wee One (WO) a lot several years ago. On Mondays they offer $5 Mustache Rides, and that appealing offer drew me out after a holiday weekend. (Margaritas, for any dirty minded folks out there.)Continue reading “$5 Mustache Ride”
“It Really Is The Little Things”
Wee One (WO) and I stole outside one morning a few weeks ago, right before the rain. It was muggy but there was a bit of a breeze on the flat land of the playground. She was swinging and I was pushing her baby doll in the swing next to her – at her request – reflecting on pushing that same swing with her as a toddler.
There’s a stream that pops up near the playground and winds through the neighborhood. Pushing the baby doll was meditative, and I reflected on the relationship we had formed with the area.Continue reading ““It Really Is The Little Things””
Fist Shaking yet Raised
I’m a little bit venting here.
I am learning, on the Twittersphere, and one of the fucking consequences of overturning Roe v. Wade is that uterus-having patients with lupus and other kinds of rheumatoid issues are being denied medication – needed medication – because these meds MIGHT cause a miscarriage. Not that these people are trying or want to become pregnant, not they they are pregnant, but just the fucking uterus inside them is enough.Continue reading “Fist Shaking yet Raised”
Games and Stories We Play
There are, obviously, a lot of games Wee One and I play, and stories we play with. One of them, on a night I don’t want to forget, I’m sharing here. Wee One asked me to tell her an “Evie and Violet story” (two imaginary little girls who have adventures I make up) and her eyes were so wide as she stared off into the distance, imagining what I was saying.Continue reading “Games and Stories We Play”
On This Day
This morning was not a good morning. For the first time in my life, I woke up less free.
May the reality be better than my fears. May we oppose wisely and effectively.
During the the church service this week, (actually August 2021, but whatever,) the scripture talked about a woman who had leavened bread and referred to abundance, about having things in abundance, even when you think you don’t
I’ve had experiences with abundance that these stories make me remember. I’m sure I’ve had more, but particularly on the road. It’s on of my favorite things about being on the road.Continue reading “Abundance”
Oh, This Is Really Happening
Another college dream fulfilled: seeing Tori Amos in concert.
First, I eat at Veritas-a lobster roll and potato buds, a delicious rose cocktail.
Meet a beautiful woman, Kelly, as I eat. She shall become a character in a story: Dr. English, an anthropologist who studied tribal dance and left academia to become a massage therapist. As a healer both through movement and touch, she appreciates how plants can be healing.
Most of the people here look like me: women in their 40s, sort of hippie-ish. I wish I could tell me younger self: even if you feel like you don’t fit in, be you. You do. You’re glorious, and living your truth now will only reinforce your joy later.
Tonight, Wee One did not want to go to bed. Surprise, right? She took so long brushing her teeth that I couldn’t read to her anymore.
She immediately threw herself on the floor and started crying and stamping her feet. “I am tantruming until I hear Harry Potter.” she cried. I love that she was so clear about her intentions.Continue reading “Bedtime Silliness”
First Faire W/O WO (Without Wee One)
It is that time again. Ren fair season is upon me, and for the first time after seven – nay, eight! – years, I’ll be going without Wee One. I’m having a hard time with this.Continue reading “First Faire W/O WO (Without Wee One)”