I take these women with me in photographs.
I take these women with me in photographs.
Have you ever remodeled the only bathroom in your house?
Recently, a friend pointed out to me that, according to the feng shui bagua, my “marriage, relationships, and partnerships” region is located in my guest room. My guest room isn’t particularly welcoming. It has become the dumping ground for all the stuff I have yet to unpack. It kind of looks like the front yard …
It occurs to me that a lot of the conflict and scandal and overall kerfuffle in this world could be avoided if we all stuck to one basic tenet: You do you. I’ll do me. (That is, as long as what you’re doing does not negatively impact others.) For example, I’ll never understand why people …
So, a dear friend of mine challenged me to write about a specific moment in our lives that I should not, by all rights, be proud of. He even came up with the title. Challenge accepted! It’s a rare occasion when I pull pranks. I tend to be very considerate of other peoples’ feelings. And …
Every day here in Seattle I drive past little homeless encampments. They seem to be everywhere. They gather under the overpasses, in the little clumps of forest, and even on the sidewalks. Their tents are ragged and dirty, and usually they sit amongst a field of garbage. It’s heartbreaking to witness, especially during a pervasive …
So in those halcyon days when I was actually a homeowner, my new boyfriend at the time was sitting with me on the couch when he heard the water turn on in the bathroom sink. “Uh… who’s that?” Oh, God, he’s going to think I’ve lost my mind. I let out a sigh and looked …
Back when I still owned a house, I got it into my head to completely remodel my bathroom. I mean, I ripped out everything down to the studs and started from scratch. Two words: Never again. But I do try to learn something from every experience, and I learned quite a few things from this …
1:00 – 5:00 am: Dog periodically wakes up, dry heaving, causing me to periodically wake up. He has gotten into the landlady’s compost heap again. 6:15 am: Alarm goes off. I sit up in a fog. Room spins. I feed dogs, one of whom is predictably not hungry. Let the dogs out, watch them head …
The View from a Drawbridge 