Palm trees. Towering and thin and as tall as they grow their roots spread underground. I didn’t know that until recently. Do you ever learn something at just the right moment in time – or wake up and become aware that you’ve been taught something at just the right moment? I’m like a palm tree.
The turkey carcass was still sitting on my kitchen counter when I decked my halls in a desperate plea to get some holiday spirit up in here. I like when my house is noisy with my kids running around and laughing with the chasteness of a Hallmark movie on the tv in one room and
So… for the past several years October rolls around and the 28th looms like a spider waiting for me to fall asleep so it can crawl all over me until I wake screaming and tearing my hair out. And, then it arrives. Bam. October 28th… And I think about how if she hadn’t died we’d
Well, shit. Shit fucker fuck. Cancer. Woo daddy…. Cancer… Okay – well – you know, here we go. It’s a thing. It’s a thing. It’s not a game over thing. It’s a thing we have to deal with and fight and we will. We’ll fight it. Well…, actually, no. No, we won’t fight. I won’t
HEY REESE! Over here! Hiya! So, Reese, the other night at that awards show you said, “so people out there who are feeling silenced by harassment, discrimination, abuse… time is up. We see you. We hear you. And we will tell your stories.” Well, I’m here and I’m sick of being silenced and I am
I ate a Thomas’s English Muffin for breakfast this morning. It’s difficult for me to remember a time when I’ve been as satisfied with a meal. Done right, there is nothing better. Lightly browned on the top to the perfect golden crispy, crunchy texture, I grabbed my knife and slathered on just the right amount
Tomorrow is my son’s first day of high school. Next week my littlest starts Kindergarten and her big sister seventh grade. Wow. Huh. Just sitting here wallowing in these statements of fact. Yup. Time marches like a son of a b’ and the jumble of emotions I expected to burst forward whilst on the precipice
Here I sit lapping up those lazy, hazy dog days of summer, feeling unclean as sweat gently drips into my unpleasant creases and my energy to do anything more than turn the page of my salacious beach read is at an all-time low. But oh how I plead with the clock to slow down its