An Ode to May messily meandering maimed and misunderstood oh you monstrosity of a month Ah, yes, written during the down-of-things. The upside of May is found in Jamaica Kincaid’s book, My Garden (Book): “The month of May comes on suddenly and moves along swiftly, and each day pleasure after pleasure is flung before…
Letting Go As Steve, Latte, and I drove towards an eBike shop, ninety minutes away from home, I wondered (not for the first time) what the hell I was doing. Looking out the truck’s rear window, I could see Sophia, my Bianchi, zoom-zoom, road bike, riding along in our bike rack. I loved that bike. Yet,…
I caved in and had an MRI about a week ago, which led to wearing a hinged knee brace that leaves permanent indentations in my skin, plus I’m walking around on crutches. My doctor doesn’t seem to realize that crutches are a bad idea for someone who has had shoulder injuries. More importantly, I can’t…
In sports, a timeout stops action to strategize the next play. During injury timeout, I find moments to marvel over the mundane.
I did not go willingly into a past me reflection. It was my failing iPhone 6s Plus that forced it upon me. As I flicked through old photos, they reminded me of all the things I’d done. It wasn’t long before I was wondering where that Maery had gone. I’m simply not the woman I see…
When I imagined life after retirement, besides traveling, I imagined myself getting stuff done — all those things I didn’t have time to do when I was parenting or working. Those were the busy, stressful years of life, right? Retirement, that’s when the fun begins. I’m not complaining. I’m simply confused because I’m not traveling;…
