No one drops by to make you a cup of tea when you lose your imaginary boyfriend.
Now that I'm a single woman, a friend and I were talking about the world of dating. We couldn't agree about whether or not he's a bum. Odd topic, I know. I fancy myself a bit of an expert at identifying 'bums", since I've dated so many. Anyway, I thought I'd compose a little quiz… Continue reading QUIZ: Are you a BUM?
Friday night. Forty seven year old single mom sitting at the bar drinking wheat beer. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's about time I blogged again, right? I used to wake up with fully formed ideas in mind. Middle of the night - you name it. I'd jump up and run to my… Continue reading Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.
Rituals! Rites of Passage! These rituals have a beginning, a middle and an end (Thanks Victor Turner - my old favourite mad anthropologist)! Maybe my Phoenix will find a flight path in remembering rituals! When I turned sixteen, long before I knew what a Phoenix was, one of my brothers took me for a drive… Continue reading How to Draw Platypi With a Van