I slipped into a cleaning fantasy and broke my Suzy Creamcheese oath to never rummage through his stuff again.
In 2022, I plan to get better at understanding biology and how it plays in my moods, my behavior, and my relationships.
I’m just checking in with you to say that I can’t blog right now. I’m working on a new book. A novel. Science fiction romance. About a woman who philanders with a robot and how it saves her marriage. Working title is “The Toothbrush.” Target release date is Spring 2022.
For 11 months the garage was out of bounds, his personal domain, a secret kingdom hidden behind a veil of mist, motor oil and mildew.
Our life is better thanks to the efforts of thousands of people we don’t even know, the public good in action.
After becoming a widow, 11 years single, and hooking up again during a raging pandemic, I have a whole new appreciation of being domestic.
Watering the garden is a special time of day when I imagine myself a mermaid among roses soaking up a wildly delightful moment of luxury.