Category Archives: Raptures

February 26, 2011, Light In The Morning, Or, Saturday At 8:07am


As I am off this week, I’m republishing some Saturday posts. I know it’s not the weekend, bear with me. There’s nothing better than light in the morning. Just now some camellia leaves outside my window are shining so brightly they throw the folds of this sofa cushion into high relief. I can even see […]

Summer Is For We Old, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:02am


I was driving through town yesterday, California blue sky filling my dashboard, and I wondered, “Was summer different when I was young?” The thing is, I don’t remember Summer, per se. I remember some days swinging, some days alone in meadows, some days at school when sun shone in the windows and hit the table […]

Spare Toddlers And Ladies, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:04am


With little children I used to wish, fervently, to live in co-housing. The more time around other families, and other people, the better. I practically co-reared with my best friend down the street. When she moved, I mourned, even though it was just to the next town over. Later, in the days of teenagers, I […]

Why I Love My Suburban Rose Bed, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:46am


That’s my rose bed. To say I have a white rose garden sounds so English, so glamourous, so artistic. In truth, I have a raised suburban bed of white rose bushes. With one fellow that was planted accidentally, closed buds opening to reveal peach. But I love my rose bed on beyond zebra, as per […]

The Lark Finds Mattress Help, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:55am


I am now and have always been a morning person. I love what happens when I wake. While I might not actually throw my covers off, jump out of bed, and bound across the floor, I could. The back of my mind hums happily,”Well isn’t THIS great!” In the morning everything seems possible. No, that’s […]

In Which Resolutions Mean Doing Less, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:58am


Ah Saturday morning. The sounds of my washing machine. Neighbor children playing loudly on the other side of a backyard fence, and it’s only 8:18am. I remember those days of “Oh god, what will we do with them for the next 12 hours?” Sometimes the answer was, “Send them outside, and don’t let them back […]

Silver Linings To Heartbreak, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:19am


I’ve been thinking this week about heartbreak. There’s a small epidemic in my online world. First, the Style blogger (I use the upper case because she has it in spades) Beverly Like Hills reports that her husband has asked for a divorce. Then one of east side bride’s readers wrote in to say her fiancé […]

Being Present In All Kinds Of Moments, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:49am


Every night, in the last hour or so before I go to bed, I look forward to breakfast. Whole grain La Brea toast, Justin’s Chocolate Almond Butter, Mighty Leaf Organic Breakfast tea, and Strauss Family 2% milk in a glass bottle. This anticipation is part of my weight maintenance strategy. Why eat late night to […]

Decisions And Inspiration, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:07am


Today I will be revisiting my 30s and 40s. Or maybe simulating them is a better way to put it. The family’s coming over for dinner, and I’m cooking. I plan to spend time on the floor with not one but two babies. Seems apt, in a time where I’m sorting out the question of […]

In Autumn Our Fancies Turn To, Um, Or, Saturday Morning At 8:58am


I was reading my social media yesterday, as one does, and was struck by the number of people calling the seasons. As Meg Fairfax Fielding said, “OMG!  It just turned into fall!” Australia on the other side, exhorts summer to get a firmer grip and hoist herself up over the warmed cliff. Here in California […]