Always Beginning the World

I love children.  I love babies, I love toddlers, I love elementary school children… I even have a special soft spot for the 11-14 year olds, going through their petulant phase. Life is a series of paths and choices; each one leads you down another road.  My personal “road not taken” was that of motherhood.   Read more >

It rained last night.  I live in the desert, and it’s a rare treat here.  I’ll always be an East Coast girl in my heart, but I will say there is a smell in the desert after the rain that is one of the most delicious smells in the world.  If a smell could be life affirming, this would be it.  My biggest complaint about living where I do is the lack of rain and cold weather, something that I deeply love – but I do take comfort in the rare storm we receive.  This is supposed to be our rainy season, but we haven’t gotten much rain – I’m hoping for a repeat of last night’s storm, at least once, before the season ends. You may have noted that I’m discussing the weather.   Read more >

When I was a girl, we had an old wooden marble shoot that was hand made by one of my uncles for us.  It seemed so big to me at the time – looking back I bet it was about 2 feet tall.  You would start the marble at the top of one side, and it would roll along, traveling it’s zig-zagged path to it’s pre-determined final destination at the bottom.   Read more >

As a young boy, my brother was absolutely convinced he was Mighty Mouse. Time after time, a towel attached to his neck with an old wooden clothes pin, he would climb to the top of anything (his favorite was the tall radiator by the front door) and attempt to jump off.  He was absolutely certain he could fly.  Read more >

During this process I’m going through to adjust to the new "options" in my life, I’ve come up with all sorts of projects that for some reason, I have deemed worthwhile. One is this blog, another is the huge makeover I will receive on Saturday for the new me. Yet another is trying to learn to have my picture taken, as it’s always been a painful process for me to go through. One of these steps I’ve decided on is to seek professional guidance. My first appointment with a psychologist is tomorrow, and I find myself continually guarding against the preconceived notion that I could walk in and find Gabriel Byrne sitting across from me in cozy living room, wanting nothing more than to talk to me and dole out bits of fabulous wisdom.  Read more >