Peaches & Control

Oh I do believe there is no other more seductive word in the world than “control”. I love to be in control — of myself, the environment, of situations around me.  I need control in order to function. Much of this has to do with my personality.  Much has to…

Life, Enough

If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up.  I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away.  As a…

Seventeen

Seventeen years ago today I became a mother for the first time. My little boy — who’s not so little anymore — was born the day after I locked up my classroom for Christmas Break and three days before Christmas. It was a difficult birth, and it seemed like though…

How I Love to Watch My Courier Burn

The courier font is clean. I appreciate its lines, its control.  It looks crisp, like my button-downs fresh from the dry cleaners. The courier is lightly starched and pressed.  Precisely how I like my life.  My appearance.  I like things courier fonted. Ordered. Straightened.  Symmetrical.  Tucked in.  That’s me. Or at least,…

When I Realized Clothes Meant More Than Me

I really love clothes. Or I did, anyway, until somehow that became not okay. But that’s another topic, the shame that’s thrown onto survivors for loving things that’s just for them. Anyway. I wore a red satin skirt to work once. That’s it. That’s all I got. I wore a…

Help Me Give Dee’s Dishes All the Best Wishes

Dishes in the sink mean bounteous blessings, and one of my blessings is knowing Denise Dwyer D’Errico. I first met Denise when she released a collection of poetry called A Maze in Grace and I attended her launch party. Denise is such a delight and is truly genuine in her…