We sat on her queen bed in her yellow room with the bay windows looking over the forested hill when we made our pact.
I was in my pajamas and she were in hers, and we neither looked nor smelled good, with our hair piled on our heads, day-old mascara adorning our faces, and early morning dragon breath about which we cared nothing at all, gleefully breathing in and out and adding to the halitosis nightmare with the coffee and cream we sipped and tried not to spill on her new flannel sheets. ...
If you’re lonely, this is for you.
If you’ve wandered and searched and hoped for your Tribe, this is for you.
If you’ve moved and left your Tribe behind, this is for you.
If your Tribe moved and left you behind, this is for you.
If you’ve wandered the Jungle and called and called, hoping for an answer, this is for you.
If you’ve found your Village and want to welcome the wanderers – if you’ve found your Tribe and will let more in – this is for you. ...
It’s time for a new edition of 5 Quick Questions!
This is my opportunity to get to know you better, and it’s one of the best things we do here because it turns out you are very good at truth-telling, friends. To those of you who used the last few volumes to delurk, it’s wonderful to meet you! And to those of you who’ve been around a while, mucking about in this space and putting your feet on the furniture? You’re always rad. Thank you. ...
She waited on the front porch on her 16th birthday. She waited for her friends to arrive and for the party to begin.
Instead, the calls came in, one at a time.
The “sorry, I can’t make it” calls. The “not coming, after all” calls. The “oops, I double booked” and the “something came ups” and the “I have to wash my hairs.” ...
Once upon a time, I cooked breakfast.
Naked.
At someone else’s house.
This morning.
Dear The Internets,
Please don’t read this if you are a) modest and horrified by immodesty or b) sweet and therefore easily shocked.
You’re going to have to self-select, here, friends. Do your best.
If you are a) modest but giggly about immodesty or b) only apparently sweet but secretly, deep down inside, a little bit rule-breaky, feel free to continue. ...
We’re on Day 2 of 5 Days of Day Camp which obviously means we barely made it to the buses this morning.
And, by barely, I mean the buses were rolling, friends – engines sputtering and PULLING AWAY from the curb – while four of my kids ran at the front of them, following the directions I’d barked in the car on the way there.
“If the buses haven’t left yet, lady and gentlemen,” I said, “we run for them as soon as we park. We RUN. WHAT DO WE DO, kids?” ...
Today was a Slumped in the Kitchen Corner kind of day, even though I wasn’t in the kitchen.
And an I’m Not Sure I’ll Rise Again kind of day, even though I wasn’t literally down.
And an It’s OK, Go On Without Me; Save Yourselves! kind of day, even though Ohana means Family and Family means No One Gets Left Behind or Forgotten. ...
