Afraid

I am now, at age 40, afraid of the dark. I sleep with a rainbow nightlight that I won at a White Elephant Bunco Party. It stays on each night in our hallway and I keep our bedroom doors open. Justin sleeps with an extra pillow to put over his head because the constant change of the colors is too much for him to bear. Blue is my favorite. Red surprises me sometimes and makes me believe there’s a fire. I can see down part of the front staircase and into the foyer. Well, see is a bit of an … Read more…

Deep thoughts in Disney

I have not been a faithful blog writer lately.  My posts have really slowed down.  Part of my problem is that I am striving to be original and not repetitive.  I kind of figure if I don’t want to write it you won’t want to read it.  But that being said….I simply need to write more.  So here it goes… Before I left for Disney, I was the lucky recipient of a few gifts from Justin.  The gifts made me feel so guilty and I really felt undeserving so I didn’t even open them until midnight that night.   (And … Read more…

19 years ago…it all began

So 19 years ago I was out with my girlfriends…St. Patrick’s Day at Notre Dame… definitely not a regular day. On this particular day, many of us had just returned from Key West. We were filled with sunshine and ready for one last hurrah before we settled down for the end of the semester and got ready for finals. The Siegfried 3A girls bought their ticket for the ‘big’ keg party off campus and got ready for a fun day. We started at Bridget’s – a bar right off campus – for early morning drinks. Then we were off to … Read more…

Cartwheels and Mean Girls

I can’t do a cartwheel. I never learned how. It never bothered me. That’s not true. Maybe there was one day in in my playground career that I wished I could do a cartwheel. Actually, I know I wished I could cartwheel down the sand dunes on Long Beach. One of my high school friends did that. Pretty sure he messed up his ACL while he did it so maybe I’m glad that I didn’t accompany him. (In my mind I had taken great pictures of my friend doing cartwheels on the beach but when I went to look through … Read more…

A wart filled with worry

I worry.  I worry about everything.  I have always worried.  I used to sit up at night and worry that the police were going to arrest me because I had overdue library books.  I worried that my dad was going to kidnap me.  I worried about the signs in front of amusement park rides that said if you are sick or have impaired health you shouldn’t ride.  If my mom didn’t let me ride on one I thought it was because she knew I was dying and the ride would surely kill me. I didn’t realize she was a big … Read more…

An attempt to clear my head

So I am trying to write two essays because Justin says “I can’t win the game if I don’t play.” Remember, I’m on this Journey to 40 and I want to get published before then. Since I haven’t noticed any agents or publishers hanging out on my doorstep asking me to write something for them I had better get to work. But it is so much easier to write a 1000 word blog post than an essay about my favorite room in my house. And my book is all outlined and I can feel it gurgling in my blood but … Read more…

We like the fall as much as the rise

I don’t know if I can write this post without sounding preachy but I’ll try because no one wants to read a preachy post. I was listening to sports radio again today. The announcers were talking about the dominance of teams like the Yankees and the Red Sox and how the air time they get is not fair to the other good and better teams that don’t get as much. I think they were referring to the Texas Rangers not getting as much airtime but they are playing so well. One of the guys said we need the Yankees and … Read more…

Me and Jeter

I was driving my mom’s car this afternoon and she had a talk radio station on. They were discussing Derek Jeter and his age. Jeter is 37 and as Michael Sokolove pointed out in this article in the New York Times, “Jeter is a decade older than Einstein was when he published the special theory of relativity, a decade older than Lindbergh when he set the Spirit of St. Louis down in Paris and 15 years older than Ted Williams when he batted .406 in 1941.” Obviously, Jeter is 37 and washed up. The hard thing is I have two … Read more…