Category Archives: random observation
Today, at a kiddie birthday party, a friend and I watched groups of kids playing arcade games — one of which was a hunting game fully equipped with two colorful rifles and the other of which was a pinball game … Continue reading
Oh dear. I was trying so hard — and hating every moment of it.
With all the liking of big butts and wanting smaller butts and bemoaning flat butts and finding jeans to give you a round butt — how about we all just love our own butts for what they are: Exactly the … Continue reading
Considering the amount of last night’s gusts whipping wind chimes off their hooks, with the scattered mess the waiting recycling bins brought this morning, not too many might be seeing wind as admirable. But I’ve resolved to find beauty in … Continue reading
I haven’t seen American Hustle, and I don’t think I will. At least not until it shows up included in my Netflix account. It’s not that I am not drawn in by the sexy crawl across the bed by Jennifer … Continue reading
May your days be merry and bright.
He said it with such clarity and openness. “Mommy, what does Fuck Love mean? What is Fuck?” It felt like my head was being pulled down out of the clouds for a half-a-second. Then I realized he was reading the … Continue reading
On our last visit with the kids, from afar we debated whether or not the lines were painted on the wall. Then we went up close to check on who was most correct. Stop by the stairwell of The Montclair Art … Continue reading
I smiled, maybe a little too widely, at the woman who walked up to the barre to take the spot next to me. She had a poochy belly, like me. Her face, lovely as it was, showed a softness, contrasting … Continue reading