“When I wasn’t looking, the best things found me anyway.”

About Me

  • Live at Five: Paper Clips Are Vanishing (and Apparently, So Am I)

    Good evening, folks. I’m your host—reporting live to WordPress—bringing you the uninteresting news quietly shaping all of our lives. Tonight’s top story: paper clips. Yes, you heard me right. Those tiny silver heroes of organization are disappearing… one supply closet… Continue reading

  • If You Could Not See Me

    I watch the wind, not the rain.I am gentle but alert—the way a bird perches on a power line,still, but not unaware. You won’t know the color of my eyes,but you’ll feel them study you softly. If you could not… Continue reading

  • “What Gets Better With Age? (Besides Cheese and Comebacks)”

    They say wine gets better with age,  oh and cheese too, but truthfully, I’ve never been that patient. What I do know is that I’ve aged like a cast-iron skillet—seasoned by time, strong as ever, and still able to cook… Continue reading

  • Romance, As I Know It

    Romance, for me, is a living language.It’s not just affection—it’s literature.Spoken almost daily.Dramatic? Certainly. It’s love that arrives through inboxes, crosses time zones, drips across windshields, and flirts shamelessly from traffic lights. My romance is intentional—and that intentionality is understood.It’s choosing… Continue reading

  • “Retirement Isn’t Where I’m Going—It’s How I’ve Chosen to Stay”

    I’ve asked myself how I wish to retire—and instantly found myself blinking at the question. And still… the answer does not come. The world, of course, had no hesitation.It offered a checklist.A finish line marked by dollar signs,pastel oceans,smiling stock-photo… Continue reading

  • “Fuhgeddaboudit”

    Because “Fuhgeddaboudit” can mean: incredible, impossible, forgiven, or final—because sometimes one word is enough to say it all, without saying too much. Let me explain. I’m behind the bar in a burgundy velvet dress, wiping down a shot glass that’s… Continue reading

  • “A Notably Pretty Lie””

    “There are things which, though lovely in form, reveal themselves in time. For time has a way of exposing what appearances try to withhold: the truth that lies beneath.”   Not a firework.Not an elephant. Just a fry. It looked… Continue reading

  • “The Affair I Had in a French Café”

    Here in the United States, coffee is a necessity. It’s an accessory. It’s the fuel behind every hustle and the badge of every busybody. We don’t sip it. We chase it. We order it before we leave the house, pick… Continue reading

  • To Remember Is to Live Again

    There are days when the past presses upon me not as sorrow, but as presence— as though memory itself is a second breath, quieter, but no less real. It is spoken in another language… “Recordar es volver a vivir.” To… Continue reading

  • The Real Luxury? Time.

    Ooooh, we’re playing “What’s your non-negotiable luxury?” Okay then—if we’re talking infamously irresistible indulgences, I’ve since left behind my childhood fountain drink days and entered velvet rope territory. For the record, I don’t crave silk robes. But if I were… Continue reading