The loss of superlatives

I've always been the sort of person to speak in superlatives. I talk about the greatest thing, waggle my tongue around three-syllable words that overflow the conversation, wave my arms about, waggle my eyebrows, roll my eyes. In writing, I try to take out my excitable words, seek other phrases that are less "Golly Gee!"…

Single and over sixty: solitude or sorrow?

I've recently had the chance to speak with several over-60-year-old men, and women, about relationships, being single, loneliness. Well, okay, some of these were dates. Some were laughter over dates. Some were thought provoking, others broke my heart. We all handle being alone differently. Many of the women I know who are single seem happy…

Well, F*** it all, anyway.

I'm in a mood. I get in a mood whenever my MS takes a little bit more of me away. When I'm IN that mood, the following things make me furious: Statements like, on the Shift.ms website: "MS doesn't mean giving up on your ambitions, just rethinking how to achieve them." HA! Statements like: "My…

Some people say these are the worst of times…

Ah, Styx.....How I loved them, still do. Was mellowing out to music today while stabbing a felted mushroom (yes, my life is odd) and this came up on iTunes Shuffle. I loved Styx in the day, though sometimes their heavy musicality, like that of the Alan Parson's Project, overwhelmed my ears like too much Beethoven's…

New Year, new days, no mistakes yet…

Well, not strictly true. It's difficult for a gal like me to get through a day without a mistake or two. I almost set fire to my hot bag today, for example. I've given mixed signals to a friend. Promised myself I wouldn't do that. But I did. Fortunately, I have other things to write…

Hope, or living present while giving presents

It's been a week. Shootings in Canada, Women hung for living, flogged for breathing, elections going to the right-wing, just a whole bunch of despair-inducing news. So I dither, and distract myself. Drink wine. Laugh too loud. Read the inter webs. There are only a few wonderful blogs I follow religiously and read every day…

Mourning for Christmas

Ho oh ho! Celebrate! It's the big day next week! Let's laugh and play... Not so easy for those who have lost someone this year, or recently, or who have someone like my dad, who passed away on Christmas Eve, this making every year an ache of longing for him and his cruel/funny approach to…

Connecting to your inner gruntle

Grrrr. I am feeling distinctly disgruntled and I seriously need some gruntling. You know that feeling where you start to have hope, just a wee bit, that something in your life might develop into something interesting... and then it doesn't? Or you start looking out for new opportunities and fun... And can't find them? Or…

Wheels within wheels within wheels

Sometimes I realize I've lost a few little grey cells over the years. Perhaps it was the tequila at our Mexican Christmas party many years ago (and the "pour everything into the pot" sangria). Perhaps it's the MS. Perhaps I'm not drinking enough. All I know is that my patience for trying to figure out…

Dangerously irresistible

Where are the heroes? Where are those wonderful people in the world? And on a more petty note, where is my individual hero, the fellah who will rescue me from myself, carry me off, love me? But I digress... Apparently there are quite a few heroes in Boston. I saw the videos. 1. Explosion and…