The other day at work I signed a check payable to Vag Transportation. This made me smile. Continue reading
I’m Naked & Afraid
Naked & Afraid – a most appropriate metaphor for my life. Also, perhaps, the most appropriately named show in the history of television. Continue reading
Extreme healing ideas & a glow in the woods
I’d go on a three-month trip to Bali, alone, to some Zen resort – one with loads of koi fish ponds. Each day, I’d walk along said koi fish ponds, barefoot, yoga mat (or luxurious white towel?) in tow. I’d pick a spot, lay down my mat (or towel?), sit on it (Indian style), close my eyes, and hold my hands out to my sides, palms facing the sky. Continue reading
Thank you….. FedEx. For that crotchety package.
Last Thursday, October 15 was Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. The day now holds deep meaning to us – it forever will. I’d intended to fully participate, but life interfered, and some hilarity ensued. Continue reading
The parking garage attendant sees me…
The parking garage attendant for my downtown office building sees me. And I don’t just mean in a literal sense – like she sees my shell passing by each day… I’m fairly certain she sees straight into my soul. Continue reading
Monica the Medium, can I have a reading?!
It’s amazing – the thoughts I’ll entertain in my darkest moments – the desperation that can emerge from the depths of my sorrow… Mark gets weirded out and thinks I’m cray-cray, but I don’t think my thoughts are totally unique – I’ve heard others who’ve lost someone near and dear express similar thoughts, regardless of their actual spiritual beliefs. Continue reading
So this past Monday, I journeyed around the city attending Public Storage auctions. That’s right – my very own version of Storage Wars. Continue reading