Monthly Archives: January 2019
Fine Tuning
Music is my ground, my constant, the thread that connects my past to my present. I track my life’s journey to what I’ve listened to. It shaped me, influenced me, and still does, to this day. It’s how I see myself and through it, I gauge others. Mom started it. She’d been performing on the […]
Shift
It comes over me unexpectedly sometimes. Today started off all right. Was in a pretty good mood when I began my shift at Phipp’s. Sure, there was a chorus of crying babies, but then again, when isn’t there? A flat filled with boxes of household cleaners and soaps awaited me. Wasting no time, I dug […]
Thirty Years To A Better You
Thirty years ago I joined a gym, ostensibly to quit smoking but in reality, to check out the scene. Jack LaLanne ruled back then, inviting flabby sorts to get fit. I wasn’t really flabby, but I didn’t have a stellar set of muscles, either. But maybe I’d find a new set of muscles to go […]
Uncoupling
Let’s not get into how one suspects one’s marriage or coupledom is over. Let’s just start with the reality that it is. No more talking about it with each other or through counseling. Blame accepted or denied. You wake up and your partner isn’t tucked under the covers, breathing softly. The house is emptier, with […]
Getting Ahead
So I get up this morning and get ready for work. Over coffee, I see this horoscope by Eugenia Last in my morning paper: Tidy up loose ends, and do your best to get ahead. An unexpected opportunity should be taken advantage of. He who hesitates is lost, so get moving and take what belongs to […]
There Are No Tears In Retail
Working in retail is not for the faint of heart. Seriously. One must brace oneself against heartbreak and disillusionment with society, and humanity at large. Thankfully, my coworkers are right there with me, ready to listen to the latest tales of incredulity. We all suffer abuse regularly, but we’re used to it. Tough, even. G’wan, […]
Now, How Did I Get Here?
Screaming children. There’s always screaming children. And bouncing balls. Those are left abandoned in some of the oddest places throughout the store – resting of bottles of Ny-Quil, stuck in between carpets, snuggled between bath towels. Or there’s screaming children bouncing balls, largely ignored by their parents, hoping the kid’ll stop whining about not getting that ball, much […]
Confessions of A Middle-Age Woman 