Monday, November 24, 2014

For this I bought slacks

My sister is rocking the slacks; I'm in
the granny squares dress.
I have two basic states of dress: casual and fancy. Throughout life, you could find me in jeans and sweats or dresses and skirts (usually too short or too tight if you found me during my teens, but that's another story). I never really have been a fan of dress pants. You know, trousers. Or as mom always called them, slacks.

When I was a kid, I remember my mom wearing a rainbow of polyester slacks. She had them in all colors, and they came with the front crease sewn in like piping. They were pull on.

It was the 70s.

Friday, November 21, 2014

The Writing Life

I have a confession to make—I've been a horrible writer lately. I've been deep in the consuming phase of the process and not so interested in creating. From binge-watching various TV series on Netflix (Sons of Anarchy, The Killing, American Horror Story) to reading voraciously (recent genres include romance, witches and a few Stephen King titles for good measure), listening to podcasts (anyone else completely smitten with Serial!?) and new music (Rancid and the Foo Fighters!? It's like Christmas).

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Campfire Ladies: Mix Tape Shuffle

Here's the thing with mix tapes versus playlists: mixtapes are meant to be listened to from end to end. There is no shuffle in a mix tape.

The other day I had this epiphany while listening to Pink Floyd's "The Wall"—can you even imagine putting that CD on shuffle?

I'll give you a moment to compose yourself.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Son and Stars

I don't remember exactly when it happened. The sunrise crept later into the day so slowly, minute by minute until suddenly I'm greeting the day in the dark, sending my son out to the bus stop lit by the moon, the sun still resting, holding back to make its fashionably late entrance.

It's slow progress. Rather like my boy, who suddenly is getting taller and taller and will surely be eye-to-eye with me before the school year is out.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Honor is all we know

When I get stressed, I dive deep into music. Usually, music with a little grit to it, something to smooth down my rough edges. Some of my greatest musical loves are a direct result of this kind of connection. From Pink Floyd to Metallica, I have found soothing connection in the words and melodies that I've encountered when life seems a bit unbearable.

This is how I came to dig deep into Rancid.