Posts Tagged: beauty

beautiful things

(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one

beautiful things

(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one

An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment

Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1:   I’m at the park with

An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment

Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1:   I’m at the park with

ablutions

It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and

ablutions

It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and

picking cherries (Happy V Day)

It was a special occasion: the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a spa day?” he said. “Don’t women like that sort of thing?”  What the hell,

picking cherries (Happy V Day)

It was a special occasion: the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a spa day?” he said. “Don’t women like that sort of thing?”  What the hell,

Written All Over Your Face

Every time I read a book, I do it.  I know I shouldn’t, but I do.  I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author.  That

Written All Over Your Face

Every time I read a book, I do it.  I know I shouldn’t, but I do.  I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author.  That

picking cherries (in honor of v day)

(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion.  It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.”  What

picking cherries (in honor of v day)

(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion.  It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.”  What