I follow my college roommate's daughter Erin on Instagram; in fact, she has two accounts and I follow them both (along with her mother's, of course). One of them is her professional account (she's a content developer) and the other is personal. She's older than both my kids, and we've seen her and her brother along with her parents (who met in ( Read more... )

What are you playing at? I just asked myself this question and it made me laugh a little. I'm playing at keeping my cool (especially at work where I was on a short fuse today) and playing house (which I sometimes still feel like I'm doing despite living independently, even when it was with roommates or my husband, since I graduated college) and ( Read more... )

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Not writing is habit-forming. Not reading probably is too, but I've never done that. Of all the things I used to do, but no longer do (with the caveat that I still could do them again someday...), writing is the one that I tend to miss the most when I don't do it for any length of time ( Read more... )

I don't think this was the first year we didn't watch any holiday movies, but it's definitely the first year where I threw away all the ones we have...they were on VHS tapes and we don't even have a player anymore. Goodbye Rudolph! Goodbye Fred Astaire in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Goodbye Grinch! Goodbye Ralphie! Goodbye (and good riddance) ( Read more... )

Wherever we go, the older we get, the more we are living in the past. Everything around us reminds us of it, whether we realize it or not. Every house you pass, every building, every street you drive down, or road you take is a path, a place, a memory of something from your former self, your former life. And when you live somewhere for a long time ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get frustrated at my writing here, especially as so often it seems to be only a litany of what I am doing and what I have done. It's not the creative journaling that I envisioned from the beginning and which I managed to do for some years (on and off, obviously). I sometimes feel creatively stifled, but I know that I'm the only one that ( Read more... )

When you live this far apart from your loved ones, time together is never long enough, even when some days together it feels like it. I would like another couple of weeks together just to RELAX, without plans, without parties, without anything but time to sit together, talk more deeply about our lives, get to know my niece and nephews better, give ( Read more... )

Did you miss me? I missed me! I missed you, too! It's hard to believe that it's been a month away and now we're back. It was full on summer in the States but back home in Sweden, I feel we've landed in the early onset of autumn and I have to say I am SO GLAD. I never do well in heat and humidity and we had enough of it this past month to last me a ( Read more... )

I was sad at the beginning of the week and I'm even sadder now, after hearing about first David Bowie, and then today, Alan Rickman passing. Both at 69, far too young, and both from cancer. Fuck cancer ( Read more... )