Go Ahead. Fa The La Las.

This is the year I take it all back. Eat my words. Stand in hypocrisy. Jump the fence. You know the words. I write them every year. Don’t let December holidays encroach upon November. Protect November! Let November stand in sovereignty. Keep the Christmas crap put away until after Thanksgiving. Abolish Black Friday. Yada yada…

DIY Vernacular

I would say Happy New Year but it’s really only my new year. As in the past, I observe a new year’s eve on October 31st and my own personal new year on November 1st. And like some folks celebrate their birthday all week or all month long, I start prepping for the thinning of…

The Fifth Season

It is the season of fire. It is the season of smoke. It is the season of fog. It is the season to find even numbers while out on a run. It is the season of October, which should be the fifth season. Sunburns you can’t feel coming. Succulents brought indoors. Nutmeg dust on the…

Anything. Just Write Something.

I’m still here! Almost two weeks since I posted but all is well. My time management has shifted into a vortex of puppy maintenance (with very early hours), tennis championships (hard to fall sleep after late matches), an uptick in family obligations, and a random slew of unplanned coworker absences. All of which require extra…

Every Day Confrontation

I’m still confronting the relevance of continuing to do this. The short answer is that after all these years it can still go in any direction and I’m ready to stop wondering where it will go next. This blogging ritual breeds projects and practices which don’t occur to me at any other time. Over the…

Beginning Again

Why keep doing this? I need to remind myself.  This is a part of my wellness practice I don’t want to lose–the documentation of ritual, the breaths, the breakthroughs, and the lifestyle that is my wellness practice. People told me (and still tell me) that it inspires them; the raw realness of creating a style…

When Nothing Was Normal

As these COVID days wear on I notice a feeling of familiarity with the solitude. It reminds me of daily life growing up without the internet, especially in the summer after the school year ended. Poor kids didn’t go to summer camp or band camp or whatever camp so there were long stretches of weeks…

The Timing Of It All

Consider how your mastery over your own day might change if you had no social media input before and after 8 o’clock. This would include news, headlines, and advertising. None before 8 am. None after 8 pm. A do not disturb setting for your mind and body. Imagine it. I find it to be a…

Packaging With Pluck

Packaging plus art. Oh, my heart. You can’t know what a lovely pun this is unless I confess the products in these packages were acquired because of my heart. My beloved heart. I’ve been wearing emergency IDs for my solo runs, hikes, rides, etc. for years now. I recently upgraded them to denote I am…

Wearing The Veil

Remember planking? Several years ago? You don’t remember. A fad swept the nation. Folks posed for photos in a plank position in public places for a few weeks, mostly for social media purposes. Like dance routines now, or that ice bucket challenge for a while, planking was a photo/video stunt folks performed specifically to generate…

Novel Response

Folks, no one is going to let you miss anything. You will be updated against your will. You’ll know when things are worse. You’ll know when things are better. If you have the wherewithal to be reading this, no one is going allow you to remain uninformed. Your watch need not be so vigilant. You…

Defending November

November’s first magic is the urge to run again. November makes me want to run, emphasis on the want. Longer and more often. October’s lunch hour walks became November’s lunch hour runs. It’s finally cold enough. Although I don’t play with the Flower Girls anymore, I still wear the flowers. Each month I choose a…