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I love Christmas. I always have. I love Christmas so much I used to celebrate it two times a year. And why not? There’s so much to love. People are kinder. Family becomes more important. The daily whirl slows for a brief moment and there’s a touch of magic in the air. The world, as a whole, takes on a glow. In fact, the same street lights and shop signs I see illuminated all year appear to shine brighter, twinkle a bit more during the holiday season. For me, it really is the most wonderful time of the year. This…

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Stinky Hoohas

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I have a stinky hooha and I don’t know why. Mind you, this isn’t a chronic condition – but on occasion, things down south get a little…uh…ripe. Usually, there’s a culprit.  However, this time, all the usual causes have been considered and discarded. I showered this morning, I’m wearing breathable cotton panties, it’s not too hot or too humid, I have no relational residue, and I’m not due to ovulate for another week. But alas, it stinks. It’s really quite the mystery. And, a bummer. After all, no one wants cooter cooties. Now before you start to judge, let’s get one…

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Social Graces

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I love social media. I really do. There was a time I even referred to it as my hometown. When one’s parents move as often as mine do/did, it’s not possible to have a hometown. Sure, I can always go my family’s home and I’m confident I have one of the best – but I can’t go home. Before Facebook, I had very tenuous ties to my past childhood haunts. I could glean bits of information from my lifelong friends, but I couldn’t experience it firsthand. All the changes and local gossip were seen and heard through someone else’s eyes…

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Little Victories

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I sit in this lobby – across from them.  Mother and daughter – separated by twenty-odd years.  And, I surreptitiously watch. I recognize myself in both of them. The girl – about fifteen – struggling.  Over what?  She doesn’t know.  I never did.  Every day is a struggle.  It’s a struggle to just be.  Most days the act of breathing in and out is a victory. For me, it started young. Me:  Mommy, do you ever feel sad just because? Mom:  No, Sweetie, there must be a reason.  Do you want to talk about it? Me:  No. Some children have…

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Welcome to 30chix

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We are a two and a half dozen women who suck at being women. It’s not that we don’t get it.  We do.  How could we not?  We are bombarded daily. Style magazines tell us we suck at beauty and fashion as they point out we’re wearing last year’s color and our skin needs a good exfoliation. Pinterest tells us we suck at design and organization as it mocks us with all the creative ideas and cool projects we will never have the time, motivation, or resources to complete. Parenting experts (aka everyone) tells us we suck at motherhood as…

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