Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Au then tic i ty.  /oTHen’tisitee/ The quality of being authentic.

Au then tic. /o’THen tik/  Real or  genuine, not copied or false.

Keeping it real, authentic, cupcakes.

I confess. I make New Year’s Resolutions. I know it is encouraged to make fun of and mock people who make them; we are a jaded bunch of jerks when it comes to mocking hope. But I confess that I make them. Something about Day One of a new year is like fresh fallen snow. I want to be the one to sink my boots in and make tracks. Even if my tracks only go a few hundred feet, I want to sink into the new.

Fresh snow.

My resolutions are quite different than the norm. I know I will screw up the “losetenpoundslosetwentypoundsquitcursingeatmyveggiesorganizemyhouse” resolutions, so I intentionally drop an F bomb, eat chocolate chips,  and load extra creamer in my coffee on New Year’s Day. No, I make funky resolutions. Run a race a month with my monkey. Hike to our favorite spot every other weekend and take a selfie. Not in a duck-faced selfie kinda way, but to see how our favorite spot and our faces change over the course of a year. Watch a TED talk a day. Be authentic.

Friday, January 3, 2014


*Blinks eyes and looks around*

Wow. 2014 is here already? Where did 2013 go? Although I cannot say I will miss 2013, as she was a bit of a snarly thing.

Peace, carved into the water at our favorite hiking spot. 

We all make resolutions every New Year's. Even those who outwardly poo-poo them secretly vow to do more or less of something. Drink less. Curse less. Exercise more. Drink more water. Eat more vegetables. And on and on and on.

Two of my favorite people in the world recently quoted Mark Twain about their resolutions. One, who vowed to curse less, sent me this at five in the morning...

"Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer."

The other, a timely quote as many were waking up. bleary-eyed and puffy from too much champagne swigged before the clock struck midnight.

"Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving Hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformations to the wind and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion."

Wise man, that Mark Twain. I resolve to have more peace. More authenticity. More openness. More loving the ones I love, squeezing their necks and calling and just loving them.  Less sadness. Less walking on eggshells, worrying about what others think. Less thinking I only deserve a crumb or a nibble. I also resolved to lose ten pounds and cut out sugar, but that went out the window when I grabbed a scoop of dark chocolate chips as the monkey was baking chocolate chip cookies earlier today. Damnations.

There goes the cursing resolution too.

XOXO, Peace and love and F-bombs and effort!

Life moves fast

I used to have reservoirs just a few steps from my wee cottage's front door. Full of bears, squirrels, deer, foxes, and a few animals I ...