Category Archives: Love
Politics and Relationships: How to Love a Liberal
I am a lifelong Republican. Steve is a lifelong Democrat. We love each other. I used to wish I could be a fly on the wall in the home of James Carville and Mary Matalin. How could they could be … Continue reading
The Wind and the Wolf
Keiko Matsui has been one of my favorite artists for more than two decades now, and tonight, for the second time in as many decades, I get to see her perform live at The Kessler in Dallas. I first heard … Continue reading
Wabi Sabi Love
In the week that has passed since Andi’s and James’s wedding, I’ve had lots of time to reflect, to stare at all the beautiful pictures that evoke beautiful memories, to wish them every happiness and yes, as a mom, to … Continue reading
Controlling My Inner Momzilla
Andrea is getting married in six days. Any Mom who’s helped her daughter plan a wedding will understand the diversity of feelings that have skipped and tripped through my heart over the last few days as we worked together on … Continue reading
Wearing What I Want
Tonight, after Steve and I had each gobbled down our respective Fuddrucker’s cheeseburgers, his a medium-rare cheddar cheeseburger topped with onion rings, mine medium-well and smothered in pico de gallo, we sat and talked about a variety of things, as … Continue reading
Goodbye, Old Friend
The story of love is hello and goodbye. ~~Jimi Hendrix I’ve had many relationships in my life that have come and gone, for a variety of reasons. Often, to overcome the sadness that often arrived with the end of the … Continue reading
Month of Thanks Giving: Day 7 (Walking and Being)
Often, when Steve and I go for walks, we’ll stop and take time to write. Whether it’s writing an essay, a poem or haiku, I love this time when we share the moment. And, it gives us the opportunity to … Continue reading
What’s in Back of the Sky?
This morning, Steve and I were talking about a variety of things when suddenly these words burst from my mouth: If a writer can’t write what’s truly in her heart, if she can’t share what’s really there, then what’s the … Continue reading
It Hurts to Be Beautiful
Death and a generation can change a perspective in an instant. When I first signed up to participate in August McLaughlin’s Beauty of a Woman Blogfest IV , I flip-flopped between a couple of different topics I might write about. Little did … Continue reading
Forever Under My Skin
For six mornings, I’ve woken to the thought that my mother is no longer with us. It’s something I’ve had to fathom with deep breaths. This morning, I woke with the thought that this is the day we’ll lay my … Continue reading
