Category: Wandering Thoughts

Quietly Judging…at the No-Judgment Gym

I made a decision. A grown-up decision.A responsible, health-oriented decision. I decided to join the gym. Let me be very clear about something. I hate the gym. The gym and I have a long-standing policy:  mutual avoidance. At best, we coexist on the same planet. I am a 4’10”, short, round, senior woman.I do not … Continue reading Quietly Judging…at the No-Judgment Gym →

There’s Quiet… and Then There’s Lake Quiet

The town where our city house sits is… small. Not one-red-light small… But everybody-knows-your-business-if-you-leave-the-trash-can-out-too-long small. Most people wouldn’t call it a city house. It’s a quiet little town.A sleepy town.A town where sirens are the exception…not the rule. On warm summer nights,you can hear the crickets. When I say it’s quiet here—can you picture it? … Continue reading There’s Quiet… and Then There’s Lake Quiet →

I Rang the Bell. My Hair Revolted.

I beat cancer.Nobody warned me my hair would come back for revenge. When you’re a cancer patient on chemo(also known as: medically sanctioned poisoning),the doctor will tell you whether your particular poisonis the hair-killing kind. What they don’t tell you…is that your hair will remember. And it will extract its vengeance. Some people shave their … Continue reading I Rang the Bell. My Hair Revolted. →