Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I

Anticlimactic.  That's often the feeling when you've waited well beyond the time you expected to wait for something to happen.


Hanging Ten with a Clear Conscience and a Swinging Pendulum

Perhaps that post title is a little misleading.  Does one need to actually stand on a surf board to hang ten?  Or can hang ten reference...


Divorcing My Ego, with Spidey Super Powers

If I am ever itching for some late night intimacy I need only crawl into bed these days and say, Come and get it...


Let Go My Eggo!  But Take My Ego, Please.

Last September I had lunch with Mr. Jumpshot in Venice Beach after swimming with an Elephant Seal and losing my bikini bottom in the surf...


Bolinas: A Love Affair, A Quest and a Tug of War

In the first quarter of this year a new-ish married couple, a family of four and me and the dudes migrated to a parcel of land on the Mesa in Bolinas...


Freedom From...Freedom To...

Celebrate the 4th of July in red, white, blue and with gratitude for those who were so brave and confident in their abilities to create a new land built on the foundation of freedom.


Cicadas and Me, Perfect Together

When I was a little girl growing up in New Jersey I remember a cluster of summer mornings spent walking to the pool.  On the backs of cicadas...


Embracing My Inner Feline, Divorce-Style

Limantour Beach is but one of the jewels of the Point Reyes National Seashore.  The wilderness that backs the beach...


Shot Out of a Cannon, Divorce-Style, And Into the Forest

Craving, as defined by Merriam-Webster,  is an intense, urgent or abnormal desire or longing. As defined by me, a craving is a red herring...


Forget Oysters, Divorce is My Aphrodisiac

Today I was at the dentist.  There's nothing sexually stimulating about laying back in a chair with a metal prod banging against my teeth...


Do Not Give Away Joy in Divorce

This comment from Mr. Simplicity deserves its own post.  My response to him included gratitude and then a scolding of myself for not having tissues in the car...


Hostile or Friendly? Divorce or Not.  Einstein Has the Question.

In the cove just north of Bodega Bay, surrounded by sand cliffs that held back the winds, the dudes and I frolicked with Mr. Jackpot...


I May Not Be Divorced, But I

Shoe shopping for the average person is a delight.  Especially if that is the one part of their body where its size doesn't make them squirm...


So What if Glass Slippers Don

First betrayal, then divorce, and now I am not a candidate to be a Disney Princess unless I'm photoshopped and they lop off my flipper feet.