It was the ‘80s, when coffee shops and cafes weren’t commonplace as they are today. I’d only had espresso once before, a few sips with a bad boyfriend in Denver late one night, when he wanted to introduce me to this exotic drink. We walked from bar to restaurant in downtown Denver until he found one place that served it, a posh night club. We settled onto white leather couches and drank tiny cups of straight espresso, bitter like our relationship often was.
But here I was now, on a second date with this guy I’d just met through a personals ad. He’d called me the day after our first date, offering Continue reading
Photo by Bob Alberti
I’ve been grooving on singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles for several years now. Yeah, she’s pretty and sings catchy songs, but don’t dismiss her; she’s smart, writing songs full of poetry, storytelling, and complexity. She doesn’t go for cheap rhymes (the ones you can see coming around the corner). AND she’s a huge goofball. I love that in a person. (maybe because I’m one too?)
I was at the gym the other day when her song “Uncharted” started playing on my Ipod. I’ve always loved this song, and now it was speaking to me in a different way. Uncharted? Why would I want to be Uncharted? I’ve always had such a tight-grip on my Control. Big-time planner. List-maker. Definitely Charted. Continue reading
Painting by Genevieve Alberti
I’ve been going to our local YWCA for many years, but it’s only in the last 18 months that I’ve started hanging out regularly in the women’s locker room. When I do “dry exercises” (like cardio equipment or weights) I come already in my gym clothes and leave after exercising, changing at home. But since I’ve been doing water aerobics twice a week, I’ve been showering and changing there (with its hot tub and seemingly endless supplies of hot water!).
I’m not particularly modest, nor are most of the women there. I now get to see a variety of women’s bodies uncovered by clothing on a regular basis. Continue reading