This Year of Firsts

Each first reopens the wound. It might be picking at the edges of the scab; just enough to satisfy the itch and prickle the nerves, or it to rip it right off entirely exposing the raw new flesh encircling the deep gaping hole in the middle.

Fine Tune Talk Time (with help from TiffinTalk)

It is one of the most frustrating parts of being a parent; just as some real conversation starts, Life happens (or a shiny object skips across the mind’s eye), and you put the moment on hold. Once you circle back to the topic your kid has forgotten what they wanted to say.

My 3-Panel Picture of Friendship

Friendship.  I’ve spent the better part of this week thinking about that word, and I’ve discovered that for me, it brings up 3 very distinct lines of thought.    On Intimate Strangers I used to say I was an extroverted introvert. A social butterfly who’d rather be, and sometimes is, a fly on the wall.    In…

How I Found MY Prince in a Pile of Frogs

Every now and again I’ll be chatting with people who have older kids and they will ask “How old were you when you started dating?”   This question always stumps me, because I was never really one to “date” at any point. Sure, long before I was “allowed” to go out with anyone, I had boyfriends. Or I didn’t,…

Revisiting Conscious Coupling

  I originally published this piece about a year ago, not long after Gwyneth Paltrow & her husband Chris Martin had just announced their separation. Only they were calling it a Conscious Uncoupling. This got an awful lot of press for being a very unusual and new-agey sounding way to say “we are divorcing”.   …

How River Brought Me a Sister

A few days ago I posted Robert Downey Jr.’s version of River as my #SundaySong on my Facebook page. While the song is very important to me, I focused more on how his version is gut-wrenchingly beautiful, & the video I picked is fantastic eye-candy.  I want to expand on the significance River holds for me,…