Two 42-gallon trash bags went to the Purple Heart Donation Center. One more to the dumpster. This, after a grueling basement declutter session, in which I applied June’s Tennis Ball Test any time I felt myself gripping an unwanted item to my chest, heading down a rabbit hole of what-ifs. Here’s what I was left with: Neon pink […]
June, my dog, stole our neighbor’s dog’s tennis ball. Syndey, a striking reddish Golden Retriever, who doesn’t let beauty get to her head, would just as soon give the ball to June, but that’s not the point. The ball was squarely in our front yard. This is no big deal since Syd is here every […]
Today I drove to a New Jersey beach at a ludicrously early hour, ensuring there wouldn’t be many other surfers. I can’t steer. Yet. I stood on my first wave less than 18 months ago. That was in warm, sunny Costa Rica, at Witch’s Rock Surf Camp. You must drop everything and go there, actually. Find […]
June’s 7-to-9-month hormone surge (blerg) and her small bouts of increased courage (yay!) are leading to a little defiance issue. You know the one. I say, “June come!” a command I taught obsessively when she was a scared, squirmy puppy, one I used to show off to my friends. She was so cute when she […]
Anxiety locks us into absolutes. Like dragonflies, we are adaptable.
I know the word “manifest” is so overused, your brain is shutting down. But wait. Jimmy Fallon does it. And not in a fru fru West Coast way. Here’s how I found out: NPR replayed a Fresh Air interview with Jimmy Fallon today. For the record, Jimmy never used the word “mainfest,” but he told a […]