In the summer of 2006, my dad helped me set up a stereo in my post-marital-separation residence. The best thing about the stereo was that it featured a turntable, and I had plenty of old vinyl to spin. After making sure that everything was hooked up correctly, I dropped the needle onto Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here, then sat down on the floor (I had no furniture). When the music enveloped me, I released my body backward, onto the hardwood, and laughed out loud. I think my father worried that I was crying, but my emotion-of-the-moment was far from […]Continue reading
One Saturday morning in a yoga class, I rose into a crescent lunge and prepared to bend back, possibly far enough to peek at the wall behind me. “Sink into your hips, and build the pose,” my teacher instructed. She explained how important it is to ground down in order to feel the energy rise up. She stressed strength in the core as she told us to grow taller on the inhale and open our hearts as we exhaled. (in yoga, as in life, “Inhale: grow taller. Exhale: go deeper.) “Don’t just jack your back,” she cautioned. “You’ll hurt yourself.” […]Continue reading
When I think about My Favorite Ex, I’m reminded of the quote from Jeff Brown: “You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation.” When I was a senior in high school I dated the guy who would become My Favorite Ex. I continue to credit him with making me who I am. Before Tripp, I was a good girl who didn’t question much about what I’d been taught: get good grades, obey authority, don’t take drugs, don’t talk to strangers, etc. Tripp was different than anyone I’d hung out with before. He went to a different, much larger, […]Continue reading
Today is a stormy day. All those smart weatherpeople use fancy words to describe what’s happening, but the gist of it is this: “This is a dark time. Things are gonna get ugly. Stuff is gonna get broken.”Continue reading
Last month, BullyGirl and I took a vacation to Cape Cod, my favorite place on Earth. I’ve been taking guests there since the late ’80s, but it wasn’t until Ex-BF accompanied me that someone else loved the place almost as much as I do. It was with him that I made the best memories and felt the most at peace.
One of my intentions for the October voyage was to re-tread all of “our” places with my solo sneakers. Like my home, I had to make The Cape mine once again.Continue reading