Ratty Sweaters

She comes to me from a world beyond In dark, smirking comedy A reminder of a time that is past A black sweater shall not be her remedy I am my mother’s daughter it seems. I hang onto clothes that are comfortable, no matter the condition. The clothes that envelope me in warmth and security, like a blanket in the hands of Linus and the black sweater my mom hung onto in her nineties. It took me over 20 yearsRead more

#SoCS: A Favorite Collar

Collar. It’s what keeps me warm in the cool of fall and the frigid of winter. This past week has been cooler than normal. In fact, Green Bay reported a new record high of 52F (11C) on September 9th, which is cold for this time of year. The rain did not help. On the other hand, I heard Colorado and Wyoming received snow a day or two before, so it could have been worse. It’s supposed to stop raining andRead more

#WATWB: Arising from the Ashes

The California wildfires have been the worst in the state’s history, with the City of Paradise being virtually destroyed. An update from CNN as of November 23rd: “After more than two weeks of a raging inferno, firefighters are getting closer to containing the Camp Fire that has killed 84 people in Northern California. At least 475 people remain unaccounted for, down from more than 1,000 days earlier, the Butte County Sheriff’s Office said. California’s deadliest wildfire, which started November 8, remainedRead more

The State of Confidence

Some days I have it…confidence. I’m confident in the ability to complete work assignments, to have fun on a bike ride, to serve the members of my church, to write a blog post, to be a good friend, to make a mean bowl of jambalaya, to eat a daily dose of dark chocolate, to love people and the cats, to take care of mom and my own health, to act silly, to parallel park, to enjoy nature, to be aRead more

Forty-Two Years

The year of 1976, May. Young, naive, impressionable, eighteen years of age, ears glistening with dew.   She prepares, cinching the fabric belt of a washed-out, blue shirtdress with vertical white buttons.   Her hair dark, it glistens purple in the sun as she hesitates toward the door that leads to a career.   The resume is thin… field work, picking strawberries, factory work, packing cheese, one year with an attorney.   The one sits behind a desk. He feelsRead more

Letting Go

It’s that time of year when Natasha and I switch out our winter wardrobe for the summer wardrobe. It’s also a time of purging and donating apparel that continue to hang in the closet, year after year, because “some day I might wear this.” The sweatshirt you see was given to me on my 40th birthday by a lovely group of friends and co-workers. They surprised me with a birthday party and this gift. The memory of its acquisition and theRead more

Yep, I did.

I went for a walk in the mall today For I shall not scream disgust when I weigh I walked through food court and down the first wing Past closed stores of clothing and bright, shiny things I had a partner in tow Natasha, friend not foe Her daughter came too (I wanted to rhyme this with loo) Behold the muse is ahead The T-shirt that has been in my head Every time we walk in the mall I seeRead more