Being Luna Lovegood
I’ve had a bit of a weird jumbly year so far. Not especially bad, but not especially good either. Just last week, one week into the new year, I lost … Continue reading
Head Stands, a Walk in the Sky
In my teens and twenties, over half a lifetime ago, there was no end to the possibilities for positive personal discoveries. Who me? Play field hockey? Well, I’m not very … Continue reading
The Things We Give Away (The Things We Save)
My sister just texted me asking if I wanted the “birth vases.” There’s one of mine and one of Butchie’s and the jury’s still out as to whether my other … Continue reading
Mama lost her brain… again.
Today, cleaning out my e-mail from weeks ago, I re-read an e-mail from one of my college roommates. We’d had a girl’s weekend in Washington, D.C. complete with walks to … Continue reading
On Aging, In Honor of the Seven Women Who Live Inside Me
It happened slowly… and all at once. Last week I was 29 with a rounded, peach-skinned face that I disliked for its pudginess, and BAM! It’s fifteen years later and … Continue reading
The Best Worst Gift Ever
I got it. The absolute best worst gift one could ever hope for on her birthday. When I opened the box I immediately burst into tears, no pre-game chokey voice … Continue reading
On the Occasion of My 43rd Birthday: The Dave Matthews Prophecy
I was always a jinxie girl. It was rarely the typical signs of luck that got me; black cats, ladders, the number thirteen, stepping on cracks (which may explain why … Continue reading
jen groeber: mama art 