Picture this: A French Patisserie with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of its distressed wooden front door, with a view to gleaming cases of sun-touched, butter-kissed breads, croissants, pastries, some with jam, some with sugary/buttery/vanilla-enhanced cream cheese that manages to be smooth and creamy and not-too-sweet, tarts with fruit slices or berries atop lemony custard, […]
Archive for the ‘Existential’ Category
Outside the Bakery
Posted in Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Isolation/Belonging, Personal Growth on February 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Mistaken Identity
Posted in Existential, Fantasies, Friendship, Isolation/Belonging on January 14, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I think I met a friend for breakfast at a gay bar. I thought it was a breakfast joint – a simple Italian restaurant that also served breakfast. I’ve been part of a couple for so long, I’d forgotten that some breakfast joints are actually places to hang out to stave off a hangover or […]
Home Movies
Posted in Existential, Family, Isolation/Belonging, Reminiscences on January 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The other day I was watching some home movies. If I stop my tale here, I’m likely to evoke the typical heart-warming experience: family members gathered around to re-create their shared past. The laughter at seeing old styles of clothes, hairdos, eyeglasses; the deep welcoming of the old/wildly young version of ourselves and our loved […]
"My car’s in the shop."
Posted in Cars, Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Fear, Motherhood on December 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Not a particularly frightening or dramatic statement, but allow me to explain how it became so.
What if . . .
Posted in Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Fear, Personal Growth on December 14, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I was thinking about fear the other day. Not my own fears (at least not initially!), but those of another. She wants to know what she might do with her life if she weren’t so governed by fear. What would it look like? What would she do? Who would be in her life? As I […]