The Secret Life of Wasps
Ok, first things first. You all expressed so much interest in the “new friend” that I mentioned in the last post that I just had to tell you what a strange experience that turned out to be. He was a nice enough guy who just so happened to think that using 150 adjectives in every single sentence might be the best way to communicate. For instance, this was one of his lines: “I am sweetly interested in the conversational pleasures of women.” What the WHAT?!?! I tried giving him the benefit of the doubt, even gently suggesting that he tone it down a notch or a hundred, but it didn’t quite sink in. So it’s a “NO” from me, Piers. I&#

A Few Seasons Too Late
Lately, I’ve been doing some spring cleaning, literally and figuratively. Yes, I know it’s not Spring. It just so happens that Autumn always feels like a fresh start, I think. It’s back-to-school time and it always brings up memories of fresh narrow-ruled paper, new crayons and sharpened pencils, and the crisp freshness in the air. I would much rather “Spring Clean” in the fall, because that’s when it feels right to me. Plus, the end of my relationship with Tyler has put me in the mood for new things. In any event, I have started styling my hair a little shorter, a little darker and a little spikier. The most common compliments I get are t

Cramping More Than My Style
I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf and get back in shape, and I thought the best way to accomplish that would be to do some sort of physical exercise that was fun to me. So without any expense or any time commitment, I turned on my iPod, cranked up the volume and started dancing my butt off. Hopefully literally. This song came up on rotation and holy sheebie, did I bust a move! I mean to tell you, I got JIGGY with it! If my daughter had been present, I would have embarrassed her! It was quite a scene, let me tell you. And now?? I am sore in places I forgot I had, and my butt doesn’t seem to have changed at all. Crap.

Meet Carly
I should be working on the schedule this morning, but instead I am cuddling my very sick little girl (who loves when she gets to be in Momma’s cozy bed, even if it means she’s sick) and entertaining myself by reading blogs. I’m confident I will meet the schedule deadline later this week, but right now my baby needs me. And I needed this: One of my favorite blogs, Pacing The Panic Room, just posted this piece about a young girl named Carly Fleischmann from Canada, and I was instantly charmed by her. One of my dearest friends has a 15 year old son, Caleb, with auti

Today’s Meditation
I have been reading and re-reading this version of St. Teresa’s Prayer almost constantly over the last week. This prayer, combined with my daughter’s juicy kisses and a fair bit of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, has definitely calmed my soul.  I am aware that there are those who are suffering much more than I am right now.  If that describes you, I hope it brings you as much peace as it has brought me. May there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and p