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 →

Are you doing what you love? Are you doing what you're MEANT to do? Do you even know what you WANT to do? I do. I want to be a chef. It’s interesting to me that I realized this so late in my life. Truth is, even if I had this aspiration back when I... Continue Reading →

I'm really tired of censoring myself. Don't misunderstand, I'm ABLE to say things. I mean, I have a voice box and am able to expend the necessary energy required to speak and technically, no one is preventing me from doing it...Except me. Why do we hesitate? Why do we screen ourselves? Why do we change... Continue Reading →

My boyfriend turns 59 today. Fifty fucking nine. By the way, I’m 45. What fuckery is this?? When did I decide to be with a man 14 years older than me?? Maybe I didn’t really decide. Come to think of it, I don't think I even gave it a second thought. When we first started... Continue Reading →

I'm perfect. No, really. I'm the shiznit- ask anyone. Okay, okay. You can stop laughing now. Seriously though, I'm emphatically NOT perfect. Not even close. 'Perfection' and I have never met. And I'm okay with that. I never aspired to be perfect at anything.  My thought on the matter is simple: I'm as perfect as... Continue Reading →

My husband is fat. See, now I feel like a bitch. Women aren't supposed to complain about their spouses- we're supposed to praise them to the skies and support them, right? And indeed I WAS his partner in crime, his cheerleader and his biggest fan. But that was years ago. Lately, he hasn't given me... Continue Reading →