You Can’t Always Get What You Want…

No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want…

There are days, or maybe even more so the nights, when I really want to go places. You know that feeling, don’t you? I don’t mean like hop on the Trans-Siberian Railroad (which I do really do want to do someday) but just the simple stuff that we all put on hold since COVID.Β  Like when you hit your favorite restaurant where everyone knows you by name, then enjoy a nightcap at the pretty bar with that generous pour… Or a whole day of shopping, popping in and out of whatever store you fancy and then head to a movie with your sweetie… Or your friend calls out of the blue for an impromptu get-together at that amazing croissant bakery… All or any of those used to be so simple and now are halting logistical challenges. Yes, I am dreaming pre-COVID, when life was simply about doing it all. No questions asked. Crazy but after over a year of minimalist socializing and not doing, I now wonder what it is that we want that we can still have? Or have we all adapted into a different self? What would you say yes to today? What is it that you want?

Continue reading

To Us, With Love

This week I’ve been drawn back in time through memory and face to face, spinning into decades ago when I didn’t focus on my future but ran with a few dealing with the very immediacy we were facing. The day to day. We were late to college, already having babies, divorcing and reconfiguring, shifting apace with the swift seasons. We leaned heavily on each other each and every hour. Generally desperate to laugh or write or cry or paint or sort out a way through life’s obstacles. Our twenties and thirties are woven into a shared crazy quilt that binded all our loose strings. Last weekend, after decades apart, we were us once more.

Continue reading

hold on to hope

In this time marked by the disintegration of morality in our politically frayed America, where hateful politicians posing as caring humans justify their inhumane practices by treating children with the cold abuse of a Nazi, we must hold on to hope. That fragile and slender of emotions that alone fuels my soul, and no doubt yours, hope, elusive yet necessary. Thankfully for me, this past week, there is the reminder, where there is love one can find hope. Of course there is the always love of family, of sunshine and water, of a cool breeze after a hard day, but in this crazy here and now, I find the love of these friends. Friends who arrived from luck yet stayed dear through the years. Without a falter, these women are there. Yes, lucky me indeed. They provide me hope to endure.

Girls Night at Lidia's in Kansas City

Continue reading