in·tro·vert /ˈintrəˌvərt/ noun a shy, reticent person. Yup. That's me. Stop laughing. Let's get right to it: I don't like talking to people, but I'd really like to teach cooking. I want to be noticed, but not actually spoken to. I need to be acknowledged, but don't care if I'm appreciated. I'm a dichotomy. I... Continue Reading →

Yeah. That's where I'm at right now. THAT GUY is still having a hard time and there's nothing I can do about it. My mom had a knee replaced last Wednesday and she's recovering slowly and there's nothing I can do about it. I have a degenerative disc in my back and (say it with... Continue Reading →

Well now I'm all verklempt. I haven't spoken to THAT GUY since Saturday morning. Today is Wednesday. This is weird. It's really MY doing that we haven't spoken. When we chatted on Saturday, I got distinct impression that he wanted to be left alone. He didn't SAY it, but I felt it. So I decided... Continue Reading →

When I began this blog, it was because I felt a need to vent. To scream. I needed closure and catharsis and a safe haven to say what I need to say. And sure, I have a therapist (who doesn’t have one these days?) and he’s a great guy. I certainly feel open enough to... Continue Reading →

I know, I know- it's been awhile. But in my defense, I haven't had much to say. I spent 11 days in Paris with my friend Renee (y'all might recall that she and I traveled to New York in April). Why Paris? Well, it seemed that we had some condo points to use that were... Continue Reading →