Nana and NooNoo










So much has happened in the last year or so while I was not writing.

Including, but not limited to:

  1. I have been having more than a casual flirtation with Veganism (but I admit to cheating on Vegan with her beautiful friend Vegetarian);
  2. I have made several job changes in quick succession, all of them positive and exciting – and scary;
  3. I am attempting to get a small business off the ground;
  4. I have attempted to learn how to juggle divorced parenting from the point of view of being a daughter with two fathers – one who died, one who has not been a huge part of my life (through no fault of his own); and as a mother who is helping her daughter navigate her relationship with her own estranged father;
  5. I have discovered the healing properties of marijuana(!);
  6. and last, but not least, I became a Grandma. 

The pregnancy, birth and month or so since Natalie came into my life has changed (yet again) how I view the world and the people I share it with.  I have a renewed sense of optimism.  Love.

I am hoping this list starts a conversation and leads me to the right place to start sharing one or two of these stories.

In the meantime, I am checking back in with all of YOU!  I have been spending an hour or so each evening crying, laughing, and engrossed in your adventures.

Blogworld, you’ve been missed~

A pleasing personality

I am the woman who smiles nicely as I excitedly walk away, task in hand to please you.  Whatever “You”, You are, I aim to please.   Mother, daughter, lover, friend, employer, co-worker, stranger, friend.  I aim to be liked.  I want to please. 

If you are happy, I am happy. 

Or so I thought.

Am I happy – or am I relieved that you are happy?

You always seem to be happy with me until I can’t do it.  Until I disagree.  Until I can’t do it fast enough or just plain don’t want to.  Or until I express my feelings on a subject.  Once it no longer looks like I was put on this earth to help or agree or fix something.  Once I open my mouth or don’t appear to be bending over backwards to aim to please, I am nothing.

You turn.

It changes.

I don’t know if its my age or what but sometimes I have to say what is on my mind too.  Sorry if that displeases you.