As I consume tiny boxes of Nerds meant for trick-or-treaters, my husband reminds me that you are what you eat.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I was real hesitant to make a trip to the pumpkin patch. Mostly because the orange squash we bought last year remained on our porch until Cinco de Mayo.
Monday, October 29, 2007
As we’re getting ready for bed, after turning off NBC’s “Heroes,” my husband says to me, “See I have powers, too. I can brush my teeth hella fast.” Then he demonstrates by frantically moving the toothbrush up and down and side to side.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
With her tiny arm outstretched and her finger pointed, the little girl dressed in pink pulled her mother toward the altar, insisting they sit “in front.” I’ve rarely seen a child so eager for Sunday Mass.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
In a room full of alcoholics and addicts, hope was the last thing I expected to find.
Friday, October 26, 2007
If I didn’t find it so adorable, my husband’s enthusiasm for Costco might worry me.
Today, in the course of his travels, he stopped at the Fremont store.
“It’s amazing. You can gas your car and change your tires. This place puts our Costco to shame,” he reported during a brief telephone call.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Here’s something I can’t figure out: Why do I resist what I want?
Is it fear or laziness, lack of courage or faith that keeps a wall between me and my dreams? Between the life I have and the one I imagine?
Maybe this great barrier can’t be bulldozed but needs to be chipped away continuously with an ice pick.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
What if, in the midst of our everyday anxiety, we heard the angels calling, “Help is on the way.”
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The sign on the bank door asks patrons, for reasons of safety and security, to remove Halloween masks before entering.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Let me say something about the yoga I occasionally practice. The proper temperature for the room is 104 degrees. Tonight when I laid down my mat on the carpet, I realized I was standing in a puddle of someone else’s sweat.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
In my attempts to comfort a grieving friend, I have to wonder if my crying doesn’t make things worse.
He talked about the mystery of marriage, about how you can meet thousands of people you’d never think to marry and then meet one who changes your world. He said it is that one person who creates “wifeness” or “husbandness” in you.
Friday, October 19, 2007
I’ve been trying for a while now to pull together one simple, cohesive thought.
It feels like trying to knit a scarf, minus the knotting of yarn.
Sadly, but inevitably, it keeps falling apart.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Twelve days after finding my exercise clothes, I actually went to a yoga class.
The familiar face behind the counter was surprised to see me after the six-month lapse in my attendance.
“So, you’ve been busy,” she said making small talk.
“Yes. So busy,” I smiled and nodded, committed to making that my big excuse.
“What have you been up to?”
“Umm … well,” I hesitated to reply.
Yes, there have been weddings and deaths and births and parties and telephone calls with my friends and dinners with my family and time with my husband and church and work and meetings and bills and grocery shopping and filling the tank with gas, and really the list goes on and on.
But when asked what has kept me so busy I simply could not find time to take care of myself, I was speechless.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
She said adjectives are unnecessary, and I tend to agree. But sometimes I forget.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Tonight, I time traveled with my family to Christmas 1988.
It’s the only year of which we have recorded documentation although we were completely unaware that such video existed until recently.
My sister unearthed these long lost family artifacts while digging through the dreaded garage.
What I can say about the footage is this: I am an awkward 11-½ year old. My siblings are utterly adorable and amusing. My parents are shockingly young and beautiful.
Monday, October 15, 2007
There were prayers said in a language I do not speak. A song without words that made me cry. I watched an old friend throw a fistful of dirt on her father’s grave, and the sound of it hitting the casket startled me.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
As I was trying to fall asleep, a storm of self-doubt and hypercritical thoughts rained down on me. To calm myself, I repeated again and again, “Think of Anne Lamott. Think of Anne Lamott. Think of Anne Lamott.” Not because she is a god, but because she is not.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I’m not sure what came over me.
Tonight, I baked a Sweet Apple Almond Cake.
While it was in the oven, I decided to whip together Sweet Moroccan Jeweled Couscous.
The kitchen is a mess.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I am one of those drivers who forgets to turn off the windshield wipers when the rain has stopped.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
He did not want to leave. With so many people at his side, he wanted to wait until the party was over.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The moments I find most excruciating are those in which no words, no matter how delicately arranged, can mend.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I have to be one of the most impatient people on earth.
Frustrated with my sore throat, which is now accompanied by a stuffy nose and persistent cough, I asked my husband to look up remedies online.
He offered me this advice, “Drink fluids, like water and broth, and rest.”
To make sure I knew this was a legitimate course of action, he cited the Mayo Clinic as his source.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Sore throat. Sick day.
And celebrity guest Jessica Seinfeld, who hides pureed vegetables in all of her family’s meals. She even does this when making cookies, cakes and brownies. Her book is called, “Deceptively Delicious.”
I so want to try this. Of course, it would require that I cook.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Armed with a flashlight, I searched the recesses of my closest for items that have been too long neglected.
Workout clothes. Namely, the ones appropriate for yoga.
The rescue mission was a success, save for my pair of baby blue shorts with white stripes down the side.
I fear they may be lost forever.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Tonight as we celebrated the wedding of one of my sister’s dearest childhood friends, my father noticed that my mother had mingled herself to the other side of the room.
“Do you want me to go get her?” I asked my dad.
“No. Leave her. She’s a professional talker. She has to get in so many words a day. Right now, she’s taking it out on those poor people. God bless them.”
Friday, October 5, 2007
My husband wanted to familiarize himself with all that warehouse shopping has to offer.
So this afternoon he spent some time wandering up and down every aisle of our neighborhood Costco.
He made a mental note of the fire extinguishers and plastic utensils that resemble china. And he ate lots and lots of samples.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
“I did a very grown-up thing today,” my husband tells me.
“What did you do?” I ask curiously.
“I even could have become a man today,” he continues.
“What did you do,” I repeat anxiously.
“I got a Costco card,” he says proudly.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
What would you ask for if you could have one quality you lack given to you in abundance?
I guess this is the same as asking, “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?”
Which is a question I have always disliked but, for some reason, now want to ponder.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Oh, Jesus, I have no need for a sea full of uprooted mulberry trees, but please take pity on me and increase my faith anyway.
Monday, October 1, 2007
“By the way, love, your grandmother wants to have us over for a vegetarian dinner with your choice of chicken or turkey,” my husband tells me tonight.
He tried to remind her of the eating habits I have kept since age 14, but she was not easily convinced.
“That’s why I only answered the phone once today, love, just once.”