Gone: Any Record of A Possible Love Life

Yes, I had a historical record of the fact that I might have had a post-divorce romantic past once upon a time. Yes, it was a nuanced, rich introspective and/or hysterically amusing in a 'oh my GOD, she's sharing THAT' kind of way. Today, in a fit of over-organization (that attacked the exact WRONG problem I was having on this blog, incidentally), I blew 7 years of history away. I didn't delete the posts themselves — they're still buried somewhere in the far distant past. But they're just not called out in any meaningful categorical way. If I can't find them by searching for a remembered word or phrase, well — then neither can you. And maybe that's for the [Read more...]

I Know, I Know…

...I make promises I just can't seem to keep at the end of the day. This poor little neglected blog? Yes, it's been neglected. But while I've made some grand new resolutions about regular updates, a pending site redesign, and a change in both tone and focus, well — we all know (or at least the 7 of you still reading here know) just how likely that might be. So if you're still reading? Add a note of encouragement below, won't you? And tell me what you'd like to know more of, or in what direction you'd like to see me go. To prime the pump? In true 'help me help myself' here's a list of possible options: More... Drink recipes Food recipes Kid [Read more...]

“Parenting” in the New Year…

When tween asked me oh-so-very-nicely if she could have a sleepover on New Years' Eve, I sighed... waffled for a day or so... hoped she'd forget about it already... and then finally acceded — against my better judgment. Two dramatic tweens in my very small living space at full volume & all psyched about staying up until midnight? Kill. Me. Now. Until I saw the tweets flying about low low low hotel rates for NYE, that is. From nice hotels in the PDX downtown area, even. And then I made one of the smartest "parenting" decisions I've made in quite some time. Why not get a hotel room for the three of us instead? Why not? Well, it's not as if I'm independently [Read more...]