Month: December 2007

The Time has Come

Well, it’s official. My relationship with the Belgian is over. I feel very sad.

I Write, Therefore I Am

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind. ~Catherine Drinker Bowen, Atlantic, December 1957 Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow I’m beginning to acknowledge the part of myself who authors this blog as a … Read More I Write, Therefore I Am

Alone Again

I’m at home, alone, enjoying my first moment of complete solitude in over 3 weeks. I missed it. The kids will be back on Monday evening, just in time for our big New Year’s Eve bash. My feet would moan in delight if they could, each softly tucked inside brand new shearling slippers. The dog is happily squeaking one of his new balls that … Read More Alone Again

More on Giving

First of all, I did make the trip to the mall the other day. And I’m feeling much better now. And… Merry Christmas. I am still struggling with this idea of how much to give while still maintaining my sanity and my “self.” Yesterday provided me with a perfect opportunity to test it all out, but I’m not sure it was a successful experiment. … Read More More on Giving

How Much of Myself can I Give before I’m Empty?

I am one cranky girl, and I think I need to put some strong tape over my mouth, because when I’m in this sort of mood, my mouth runs off and gets me into all kinds of trouble. There is a fine line between self-care and selfishness. I haven’t yet figured it out, but I’m pretty sure I’m just plain selfish. Growing up in … Read More How Much of Myself can I Give before I’m Empty?

My Grown-Up Christmas List

I want to write; I need to write. But I don’t know what I want to write about. I am now fighting a head-cold of my own, and I’m not real happy about that. I’m not too much of a whiny sick person (at least, I don’t see myself that way) but I can get pretty cranky pretty fast, and I’m ultra sensitive when … Read More My Grown-Up Christmas List