Tag Archives: Life

There Are No Tears In Retail

January 10, 2019 · by · in Middle Age, retail, Women · Leave a comment

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?

January 9, 2019 · by · in Career, Divorce, Middle Age, retail, Women · 1 Comment

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 […]

Free Zone

August 27, 2017 · by · in Divorce, Middle Age, Writing · 2 Comments

I only wish I could wake up like this in the morning and be so entirely exuberant. Unfortunately, every morning I wake up quite the opposite: worried, anxious, a little scared, even. See, I’m facing freedom like I haven’t in years. And I got to tell you, it’s a little frightening. Just signed the contract […]

Glue Trap

August 23, 2017 · by · in Career, Mid-life Crisis, Middle Age, Writing · Leave a comment

Ever feel like the more you want to change your life, the more it stays the same? Or, put it another way, life puts on the brakes when you’re ready to let loose and fly high. It’s like being stuck in a glue trap: still moving, going nowhere, struggling to get free. Why is that? […]

Of Cesspools and Septic Tanks

July 24, 2017 · by · in Buying a House, Divorce, Middle Age · Leave a comment

I stood at the edge of a circular stone pit, filled up to the iron pipe, the rank odor made worse with the head of the day. “It’s old,” said the inspector. “I’m not giving it much longer – a couple of years, maybe? See how the waste is right up to the iron pipe? […]

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