Blog Posts

When I bought my ideal Caribbean cottage seven years ago, it was an extremely busy time. In addition to moving, I was still dealing with...

When I wrote about decluttering your space , I suggested it was a potential first step in decluttering the rest of your life. If you’re...

Today’s my birthday (again) and I’m celebrating by slacking off a bit (in fact, that may be the theme for the entire month of April,...

Last month I wrote about family estrangement , something I’ve become intimately familiar with and am still working hard to accept. While...

As I was falling in love with the process  of writing, I dropped down a bit of a rabbit hole pondering the concepts of story and...

Having lived almost exclusively in my head from a very early age, until recently I was wholly unaware that everybody didn’t live the same...

These days I’m finding my reveries riddled with metaphors. Some of them are strong (decluttering one’s physical space as a metaphor for...

I’m surely dating myself, but this question, asked with varying degrees of frequency and vitriol, was not uncommon when I was a child. It...

I may not have fully embraced the holiday season yet, but one thing I do love about this time of year is my newish habit of taking the...

Fresh from our Thanksgiving viewing of Wicked , the CWP  and I were enjoying a sort of suspended animation. We’d known since September...

This year has been the mother of all time warps. A mashup of Groundhog Day and Back to the Future. Each of the days spent visiting my...

In my previous life, I was the embodiment of the people-pleasing, overachieving, good girl. I obeyed, I conformed, and I sacrificed any...

I woke up on a recent Sunday morning in a local hotel, where I’d decamped to give the CWP  and her visiting friends the run of the house...

“My poor mother, who was both a terrorist and a child.” Anne Lamott This perfect gem, from one of my favorite authors, so beautifully...

It’s been about two months since my withdrawal to work on some radical self-care and a major attitude adjustment. Apparently, my Spidey...

What happens when your incurable optimism results in profound disappointment? When your Herculean efforts to remain patient and positive...

In a typical mid-century Italian American family, introspection was not a thing. Why would you think, let alone talk, about feelings?...

[Instead of divulging all the gory details, I’ll just say that the last ten days or so have been one of those periodic mid-terms that the...

An examination of my journals over the last decade (something I’m not brave, or masochistic, enough to do) would reveal that easily one...

It’s that time again. Discussing anything related to clinical narcissism and narcissistic abuse can make me feel dangerously exposed (not...