Month: July 2008

  • Self Actualization for the Kindergarten Set

            Many of us, even those who have been tracking Amy Winehouse’s adventures at the crack pipe, might be unaware of a certain famous Creature of the Pit. However, if you are a 37-year-old white male, I wager you’re well aware of the beast called the rancor, he who spiced up RETURN […]

  • Stop Being So Square, Big Daddy

    I would have made a great 1950’s housewife–and not just because I can whip up a chrome-plated five-can casserole and smoke and drink like a fiend while pregnant. Witness this exchange between The Groomeo and me, transcribed from the dictaphone in our secretary Miss Walcott’s shorthand during the year 1958: Groom: My ear still hurts. […]

  • More Importantly

    The sad part, for me, when I look at this photo of two immensely lovely women exchanging rings and making a life-long and public commitment to each other, is the fact that you can’t see I was wearing some seriously kick-ass earrings.

  • Rolling Down the Adventure to My Early Retirement

      It’s official. Although I’ve been fighting off encroaching fine lines for several years now, and although I’ve been crochety for far longer than that, I’ve always maintained I’m still “young” (or, more recently, “young-ish”). But now, the sham has been revealed. Undeniably, I is old. I know this for sure because, just the other […]

  • Ah-ight

      My marriage succeeds on many levels. Groom lets me sleep big many muches, when I need it. Groom cooks me food and sets out large plates. Groom laughs hard when I’m mean and small and petty. Even better, Groom and I have spent many-an-easy hour making lists of “Famous People Jocelyn Gets to Sleep […]

  • My Favorite Tool

    Sure, there have been a lot of contenders over the years: words, books, swizzle sticks, a solid foundation garment. Each of these has served as a tool in its own right, opening doors for me and then, three hours later, getting me tossed right back out. But they’ve done the job. Occasionally, as well, I’ve […]

  • Two Weeks South of the Border: Part the End

    The adventure continues and concludes in this installment, which ranges from ruins to Kaluha (words which also sum up my current existence). See how travel broadened this broad? ——————————————————- After a few days in Belize, my sister, some other Peace Corps volunteers, Cute John, and I rented a “taxi” to take us to Tikal, Guatemala […]