A Womans Blog

Austin or Bust

It’s official! I’m moving. Starting over. I finally am getting back to a big city with culture and nightlife and eateries and tech and puppy parks. Oh – and sidewalks. And to a place where if you are walking, riding a bike or running outside, people don’t assume you are homeless. I’ve been grateful for the opportunity to come back…

Raft

I wrote the following for a special friend in my life. Happy Valentines Day. Raft Slats of light across the water through the trees A leaf, nature’s gondola, floating with the current, soft, swirling, gliding, flowing. The rock glistens in the sun, where the water taps and bumps it Playfully. The turtle on the rock cranes his neck and…

Eyes Wide Open

Ok – yesterday I got about six months of thought off my chest. I released it – and dealt with it – long before I wrote about it. It wasn’t the whole of the matter. It didn’t touch on my joys of last year or my own faults or extenuating circumstances. And it was mostly gloom with a touch of…

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Clarity

It’s been awhile since I’ve sat down and wrote a post. Partly because I was crazy busy, but mostly because I was going through such a private, traumatic turn of events I couldn’t bring myself to blog. I didn’t want to write about what happened because I felt as if I’d barely processed it. Last year sucked. It started great…

Twenty Four Days

In 24 days, it will be exactly two years since my divorce was final. I’ve been re-reading a few posts from those days – listening to the voice of myself and thinking on how far I’ve come and how far I want to go. I’m going to recycle the following from October 2009, titled ‘Feelings’. You can see the original…

Living In My Own Skin

There’s something about facing death that makes a girl realize she really has to let loose and live her dreams. And it doesn’t matter if the dream sounds crazy to other folks. It’s not about them anyhow. This dream is all hers. What good would it do to try and live someone else’s dream? There’s no fun OR satisfaction in…

These are all the different perfume strips from my shopping trip.

My Little Obsession

When I was growing up and into my early 20s, I had an obsession with perfume. I didn’t give a crap if I wore the designer label clothes. It wasn’t important to be seen in them. But I was a perfume snob. I didn’t want the cheap stuff. I wasn’t interested in wearing the designer knock-offs, either. I had Passion,…

My Story

Yesterday, I was pumped to write this blog post. I had every intention of venting, ranting, finger-pointing – yes, it was to be my moment of glory. The day of reckoning. The grand hour of justice when I exposed, for all to see, the insanity, the venom, the deception of the foe whom shall not be named. I’m sure you’ve…

Curt Yagi & The People Standing Behind Me

I’ve been listening to a San Francisco gem – singer/songwriter Curt Yagi and his band (The People Standing Behind Me). Yagi was voted Best in the Bay in 2008 for a reason. As I listen to his newest CD, “Close My Eyes”, I feel transported, peaceful. I can almost taste the Mai Tai I should be enjoying at a beach…