At Least They're Committed

I was a junior in high school. He was a large man both in stature and in girth, a round, soft face segueing into the standard, square white-collar-and-black-shirt. I’m not sure if he was always eating when we met or if I just remember it that way. No matter, this jovial priest told me something in my pre-Confirmation one-on-one that would completely upend… Read more

I realized today that this photo of me grabbing Tom Brady’s @$$, taken while partying during the Super Bowl, is a metaphor for my life. Interesting. This is of course before I had the angry, writhing meltdown cursing God (similar to the river scene in “Dogma”) because the Patriots lost. . . . Come to think… Read more

It worked fine yesterday in the office, of course. But now as I test out my ability to work at home (while waiting for my new washing machine to arrive), it’s giving me fits. I guess I’m only linked to pages in Contribute within a mile or two of the office. Dunno. Sigh. That’s OK, I’m… Read more

We tried to let her sleep downstairs, but Raul wouldn’t have any of it. He’s too territorial. So at 2 a.m. Lily burst into our room and plopped her on the bed. It was dark and I couldn’t see her save for the faded streetlights reflecting off the cone. “Is she OK?” “Yeah,” Lily said.… Read more

Do I dare to hope? I looked at my husband yesterday and the 25 pounds he has lost are making a difference. He is beginning to look like this guy I used to adore. I found myself, well, almost giddy. Most certainly hopeful. “Cautiously optimistic.” For years I’ve been looking at photos of that guy… Read more

I dragged my wretched carcass out of bed at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to set out to a bridal shower in Grand Junction. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion, the wine the night before or general self loathing, but I was a hopeless emotional waste. Overwhelmed in so many facets of life, underwhelmed in… Read more