I found an old ring a few weeks ago. OK, searched and searched and searched for the lost mate to a favorite pair of earrings that I bought a long time ago when traveling. I didn’t find the mate. Instead I found a hand-crafted artisan silver ring I had forgotten I’d had. Forgotten the way […]
Archive for the ‘Existential’ Category
Also this shall pass
Posted in Aging, Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Family, Writing on July 5, 2013 | 1 Comment »
p < .05 (aka, Searching for Significance)
Posted in Education, Existential, Motherhood, Mothers, Natural World, Ocean, Photos, Science, Sons on April 24, 2013 | 1 Comment »
“Maybe you ought to keep going, find something else to write about. Not a lot of people will know what that is,” said my husband, in response to hearing the title I was proposing for this piece. He might have been embarrassed that he didn’t remember this from his statistics class, but I’ve vowed not […]
Crying at my Computer
Posted in Community, Death/Loss/Grief, Existential on April 17, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I vowed I wouldn’t get too caught up in the stories and images of the Marathon. But here I am, in my silent, pre-dawn house, ensconced in what is now so clearly just the veneer of safety (the same veneer we hope to wake up into each day, we who live in the land of […]
The Poetry of Insomnia
Posted in Children, Existential, Insomnia, Midlife, Motherhood, Poetry on March 5, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise, now that I’m in my second half of life, that sleep has gone the way of, well, wakefulness. I am awake far more in my bed than I am asleep.
Things I Didn’t Want to Hear
Posted in Cooking/Food & Wine, Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Psychology, Relaxation, Restaurants on January 15, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I had an hour to kill, so I stopped in to grab an appetizer. It was a quiet neighborhood restaurant, dimly but elegantly lit, with particularly nice tiny blue sparkling lights on the ceiling. I’d not been in before, but it offered tapas and Italian food; it was bound to be a fine way to […]