Thanks, Boston.

Boston was the perfect rebound relationship. It was big, messy, gorgeous, full of new sights and smells and a blissful anonymity; no one cares, walking down a busy Boston street, if I don’t have a boyfriend, if I screwed up at work, or even if I’m having a bad hair day.

Oh Friday, thank you for saving me

Do you ever have those weeks when, having reached the end, you look back and realize you are lucky you survived the week with your friends and employment still intact?

When the place fits

Just over a year ago, I was living in Arkansas, and I was lost. It was a gorgeous Ozark fall, and I was staring down my 38th year, single, not a boyfriend in sight. I had just gone through an amiable but incredibly emotional breakup with my job, leaving a place to which I’d givenContinue reading “When the place fits”

Seen on my walk today

In addition to the view above of my personal water feature, aka Jamaica Pond, today was a whopper of a walk for common, strange and lovely sightings. There were the typical dozens of pooches (none as cute as Sadie, of course), and the requisite army of huffing/puffing runners. None of the runners looked happy. I hope theyContinue reading “Seen on my walk today”

Sidewalk Snippets: 3/14/14

Welcome to the 2nd in my new series. For more on the genesis of this idea, click here. But the gist of it is this: I am fascinated by what I hear as I walk down the sidewalks in my new city: tiny audio snapshots of life that never get completed. Here are some ofContinue reading “Sidewalk Snippets: 3/14/14”