Ugh to Errands, Be A Treasure Trove And Other Resolutions for the Year

I’ve always maintained that January 1 was a senseless date to make resolutions. Most people are coming off a hectic holiday season and need to settle back into their normal lives in order to accurately judge what they want to change. It’s also smack-dab in the middle of a cold, dark season for most of us — and all you want to do is cozy up at home and sleep. Who wants to be all yang-ish and “Forward, march!” when you feel like that? You’re just setting yourself up for failure. But a few weeks into 2016, and I’m ready

On Private Agonies

I’ve been thinking a bit about the recent suicide of fashion designer L’Wren Scott, which has been in the news a lot lately. I wasn’t super-knowledgeable about her designs — though I heard her dresses were immaculately cut — and while I remembered she was a stylist at a time when being a stylist was a “thing,” I didn’t know much about her outside of her work and her famous Rolling Stone boyfriend. She was one of those “fashion sphinxes” in my mind immaculate, glamorous in a very intimidating, dramatic way, a bit rarefied and remote. Though by all media

Gratitudes + Beatitudes: Odd Things I’m Grateful For

So, I guess Jupiter entered my astrological sign this fall. Astrologically, Jupiter is the planet of expansion, philosophy, higher learning and just that exciting energy of absorbing and growing and learning. And boy did I get all Jupiteresque in my life this fall: I decided to take a novel-writing course, ramp up my riding lessons, join a Monday-night bowling league…and now I decided at the last minute to do Nanowrimo! Where did I get my crazy pills and why did I take them all at once? It’s all tremendously fun, but the Nanowrimo-ing is definitely eating into my blogging time.

This Streetlight Was the Bane of My Childhood Existence

I think it was my dad, actually, who started the idea of making us come inside when the streetlights in the neighborhood came on at dusk. To my shame, he started it and it caught on with all the other parents in the neighborhood as a signal kids to stop playing and come home. There was one particular light — this one — situated where the two main streets in my childhood neighborhood crossed. It was dead center of our known universe, and you could see it almost anywhere you played outside, even when you went down “the hill,” as