A week ago a friend of mine had to go out of town, so I had the privilege of watching his affectionate cat, SuperStar. When I showed up the first day, there was a note that the watermelon on the table was for me. I love watermelon, so I gladly hefted it back home. As… Continue reading Pickles of the Rind
Author: tahlia42
Not a Drop
Anyone who has ever read this blog more than once knows that I'm a planner. I have blog posts already scheduled out for months ahead. That is not to say that the calendar is full: I simply have certain blogs that are date specific or are spread out so I don't cover the same topic… Continue reading Not a Drop
2 A.M.
I have lost a skill I have had for 41 years: falling back to sleep. Something wakes me up, normally a feline or simply seeking a more comfortable position, and my mind is off to the races, dragging my oh-so-tired body along for the ride. As I lay there trying to convince my brain that… Continue reading 2 A.M.
Music and the Mirror
Growing up, whenever we were in the car, there was always music playing. Ma and I would sing along - her in perfect pitch and me all over the place. Thinking about that period in my life always makes me smile, as I do every time Kenny Rogers or Mama and Papas come on the… Continue reading Music and the Mirror
Too Old for This
I remember what seems like a lifetime ago when I looked at a cute dress in a store window and wondered if it was too young for me. It shocked me when I had the sudden realization that (at the time) I was only in my mid-twenties. I felt so much older. That jolted me… Continue reading Too Old for This
Imbalance
When I was in college, I had the privilege to attend an Associated Students leadership retreat. I had helped to found a community service organization, which earned me that seat at that learning opportunity. [Author's Note: Thinking about it now, why did I not exploit this fact to its fullest? I don't think I ever… Continue reading Imbalance
Resurgence
Despite the fact that my garden is in Hillary's backyard, two important months in my life had passed since I last spoke to her. Knowing that her summer plans would make a get together all but impossible, I desperately wanted to catch up. What's a girl to do? I pulled out stationery and wrote her… Continue reading Resurgence
Destiny
Relating my home buying story got me thinking about another decision to move. When I first moved back to the States, I lived at Hillary's house until I could get my feet solidly on the ground. I then found a cute 1970's-era apartment to rent that accepted cats (not Carmen, but my previous feline companion,… Continue reading Destiny
Hand Me Downs
When I was little, periodically magic would happen: a big box would arrive on our doorstep filled with clothes. Although they lived half a continent away, my aunt would send my cousin's hand-me-downs to us. I loved it! I would spend hours trying everything on while Ma would dutifully (and tactfully) remove all the clothes… Continue reading Hand Me Downs
Define Yourself
In your mind, do you define yourself by what you do? In high school, I proudly wore the label of speech geek. I was the dedicated student in college. Then, for the longest time I defined myself by who I was with. That led to some dark days. I was very quick to adopt the… Continue reading Define Yourself
Grown Up, Now What? 