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A Shoeulogy

Lest you think that this has all been about perspective and growth and strength, I feel the need to share with you one of the most devastating (and, frankly, shallow) aspects in our journey to health through loss. I reached a point several years ago where I was utterly pleased with my wardrobe. I had cultivated and curated pieces that I loved and could intermingle with each other to wear again and again. It made me feel good and it gave me confidence. More than my wardrobe, though, was my shoe collection. I can only say, with a tear in my eye and not an ounce of irony, that my shoes were my babies. I had boots: suede, leather, snakeskin; red, black, brown, camel; high heel, low heel, mid heel; knee high, calf high, ankle booties. I had heels: patent, suede, fabric, leather; gold, black, brown, burgundy, red, nude; stiletto, wedge, chunky. I had sandals: strappy, flat, walking; leather, rope, cork, plastic. I even had a couple of pairs of sneakers and three or four pair of flats. Did

On the Way to Better

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I checked into the hotel with just the clothes on my back, my phone, and my wallet. Minutes earlier, I had walked out of our now-empty home for the last time, having purged the remaining bits of our life into the garbage. Just before I left, I snapped one last picture of our beautiful view of Thomas Circle and tweeted , "I don't live here anymore." It took my breath away how much it hurt.  The woman at the hotel desk handed me a package with the clothes I would wear and a purse I was borrowing from my mother. They were the only possessions I had. I swallowed the lump in my throat and went to my room. As I stripped off my clothes and put them into a garbage bag, I thought to myself, "How did I get here? How had I survived the past year? Would I survive what was coming next? What was coming next?" There I was, in nothing, with nothing, and I couldn't fathom how I was going to put my life back together. I didn't know if WH was ever going to get better.

On Social Media

I realize I've gone down a rabbit hole with my (sparse, yeah, yeah, ok, sparse) posts this year. It's not the high comedy some have come to expect from this blog (and yes, I use "high comedy" loosely....I'm not so arrogant as to think I'm Steven Colbert or similar).  But sometimes one just feels the need to wax philosophical. Today is one of those days (it seems I increasingly have those days). I have reached a point where I have little patience for the "I don't get Twitter," "I'm not going to 'do' Facebook," "What do you mean you met your boyfriend ONLINE!?!?" school of thought. I am a deeply entrenched member of Generation X, and so are many of my friends.  My parents are Boomers.  But there is so much that we can learn from the online generation. I get such great enjoyment from my online life. I am on Facebook, Twitter, and obviously here on this blog. I have reconnected with friends from childhood. I have m

Patience Is a Virtue

There are a few dying arts, one of which is customer service.  Sure, we can all think of those times when we've received good customer service, but the reason they stand out is because most customer service is so bad, the good ones have to stand out. Nothing against call centers located somewhere in Asia . . . I know that the people who work there are trying their best . . . but are they really well equipped to deal with someone who is undeterred?   The answer, my friends is no.  Because I can guarantee that I am more determined and more patient and willing to call back as many times as it takes until I get my refund/service call/resolution.  There is no way that there are enough "supervisors" to pretend to pacify before I get what I want.

There She Is . . .

One time awhile back, the Policy Lawyer and I went on an adventure with her mother to see the Miss America pageant.  It seems that Miss Maryland contestant was a congregant at her mother's church.  A whole gaggle of congregants were heading up to Atlantic City on a charter bus, but we were having none of that.  We decided to road trip it together, the three of us. Bet you didn't know that Atlantic City is crazy far from D.C.  Or at least, it certainly seemed to be.  It took hours to get there.  When we finally arrived, we pulled into an Econolodge, as that was where the church group had made reservations.