We all know the phrase misery loves company. I don’t think it’s that as much as misery needs company. We need connection when we’re miserable to know that we’re not alone. So curl up on the couch with me a minute while I pause Netflix and tell you about what I’ve been feeling.
I bend down and attach the leash to her halter. Her whole body wags in anticipation and she looks up at me with chocolate eyes, her fluffy ears cocked. Unlatch the gate and we’re off. Where will we go? This is not a charming neighborhood. These are small, mid-century, single level homes. You are more likely to come across a chain link fence than a picket fence. There are no neatly manicured lawns. What… Read More
It’s not like I remembered. That’s what I kept thinking as I sat with my family going through old pictures. I’d seen the photographs a hundred times but this time I was seeing details that I’d never noticed before. Art on a wall, a book on a table, a tree in the background… I drove down the street of our childhood home. The old house was torn down long ago but… Read More
A couple of week ago, Katia at IAMTHEMILK asked me if I’d participate in a blogging tour that’s making its way across the blogosphere. It’s not an award of any sort but a way for bloggers to share a little bit about their writing process. Below I answer four questions and then tag some other bloggers to do the same.
We haven’t gone on a family vacation in two years and this summer I was determined to get out town, if even for a few short days. I tried to book us a condo in San Diego – yeah, right. Those have been booked for months and months. How about Mexico? It’s just as hot there as it is here in Tucson and I haven’t gotten around to getting us passports. So,… Read More
My birthday always lands around Mother’s Day so my mom and I get together somewhere in between to exchange gifts. This year I came home with a little more than I expected.
Living in the desert in the summer can be a form of sensory deprivation. The sky becomes so pale it’s almost white, the brightness of the sun is unrelenting and all the colors are muted. Nothing has scent in the desert until it gets wet and our blessed summer monsoon season hasn’t yet begun.
I have two younger brothers in their 20’s. The older of the two is turning 29 this year and in honor of his last year as a twenty-something, I’m sharing my take on this important decade. Dear Brothers,