Month: December 2007
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
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
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
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?
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
I’m tired. Dog tired. I have the unfortunate condition of being a very light sleeper. Every time the Belgian coughs or blows his nose or gets up to go to the bathroom (every night) I wake up. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could sleep until noon like he does, but my wake-up call is between 5:00 – 5:30 a.m. (I never realized … Read More On Toilet Seats and Remote Controls
A comment from a friend on my previous post sent me into thinking mode this morning. I’ll refer back to my post about nourishment and belly fat… I automatically connected with my loneliness and lack of employment opportunity when I thought about being denied nourishment. But there is a much, much bigger, more important denial of basic needs in my life, and I can’t … Read More Are You my Mother?
One of the things that continues to ring true and clear for me is that not a single cell of my being bears any remote resemblance to a nurse. As a mother, I am a professional who can handle the messiest of diaper challenges. But give me a kid who’s throwing up, and I’ll put his sheets in the trash and dunk him in … Read More No Nurse Lisa
Last weekend we went to find the perfect tree, and I set out for Lambertville, guided only by instinct and an internet-referral of a tree farm there. It was a family-run place (their backyard, actually), and at first glance, most of the trees had the Charlie Brown thing going on, but as we made our way to the back parts of the lot, we … Read More O Christmas Tree
And on the issue of weight and sex and such… I have so many thoughts on this subject. I will try to limit this post to one or two of them, because I think I could write volumes. It would bore you, and I don’t have that many hours to sit still and type today anyway. I don’t feel so sexy right now. At … Read More Spiritual Nourishment Fights Fat