Today’s Coffee Was for the Birds

You know the saying that spilling your coffee is like the adult version of losing your balloon, or dropping your ice-cream cone? I think that is especially true if a) it’s your first of the day, b) it’s purchased from elsewhere, but now you’re home, and especially c) it splatters in extra-dramatic fashion after you try to avoid tripping over your kamikaze cat who likes to blend into the brown carpet at the bottom of the steps.

That’s what happened to Josh this morning and to add insult to injury, I was taking the car to work so he couldn’t go back to McDonald’s for a new coffee. Such a travesty could not remain and McDonald’s isn’t that far, so I decided to just swing by and grab a new one.

It was a gorgeous Fall morning and things started out super Zen, even as I realized I wasn’t sure how to get to McDonald’s without making a U-turn on the always-terrifying Nevada Avenue.  So I had to pull over and use Maps. But eventually I managed to arrive at the McDonald’s via my traditional roundabout manner, and there was only one car ahead of me, so it should only take a minute more!

Fate and the lady in said car had other plans. Her order made me wonder if I was on a hidden camera show. It was basically everything on the menu, filled with lots of “ums” and “Wait no, sorry, that should be…” When I heard “20 sugars,” my heart sank.

Things like that tend to stress me out, even though rationally I know it’s just the luck of the draw. She obviously was ordering for a big group and I envy no one that task. But it’s like being behind someone on the only line at the supermarket and they have a ton of produce and food for the week and you have one sad little frozen dinner. Only at a drive-thru, the person in front can’t be like, “Oh go ahead!”

I decided that this car was not a roadblock (although technically I guess it kind of was); it was a way for me to exercise patience. Also the lady seemed nice, just a bit confused. So instead of letting my blood pressure rise for no good reason, I enjoyed the humor of it all and the beautiful day, even if it was just via Nevada Avenue.

And then, it was like a scene out of a MUSICAL! I got to pull up and the woman who took my order was super friendly. Whether it was relief at my easy order after a tough one, or whether she was just awesome — maybe both! — it was appreciated. I settled in for a long winter’s night waiting for the order ahead of me to be completed, but this McDonald’s was on point, zipping through it all, and in the end I waited for an insanely short amount of time that felt like a fast-food hyperloop.

As I drove away, I thought about how grateful I was to still be feeling chill. What a waste it would have been to get stressed out over waiting, especially when that worry was for naught! Now I’d be home in just a second.

Fate once again had other plans, this time joined by the longest row of cyclists I’ve ever seen. I don’t think the other drivers on the narrow road were thrilled, but after the lesson I just learned in the McDonald’s drive-thru, how was I going to get annoyed by this group of people? They were getting physical fitness when I haven’t even mustered the courage to go back to the gym in three months! Carry on, cyclists! Also they reminded me of ducklings, which made me think of John Mulaney’s comedy, and that lifted my spirits even further.

Finally I turned left, nearly home, and appreciated the sky as I drove up the hill, a view I don’t normally get to see in the morning, since I’m usually driving away from it.

Then I passed a grandmother with two little kids. She was beaming away and waved at me. I waved back and started crying, knowing that if it weren’t for the duckling cyclists, our paths wouldn’t have crossed, and if it weren’t for Lady 20 Sugars reminding me to not freak out over dumb stuff, I’d not have appreciated that moment quite so much, if at all.

Though I was just a block away, the moments weren’t over. First I got to see the astonishing mountains behind the cul de sac, a view that NEVER gets old. As I got out of the car, catalyst coffee in hand, the grand finale arrived when I heard a noise, looked up, and saw a big V of birds, flying together, calling out to each other and moving in perfect unison.

I had to get a picture, but my phone was on the passenger seat. I reached down to put the coffee in the cupholder, annnnnd…it spilled all over.

Jk! I treated that cup like Carla Gugino treated the glass of water in Gerald’s Game. But it still would have been kind of hilarious if it had.

Have a good day!


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October 26th

October 26, 1991 was a different kind of day than I was used to. Cheerleading had become my entire life since 1987, and cheering at a game was nothing unusual.

But on 10/26/91, cheerleading was different. For one thing, we went on a Big Bus. Going to South Shore Christian, a teeny school in Levittown, everyone who took the bus rode a small one, because we were gathered from random homes around Long Island. So to ride on a “regular” school bus felt pretty glamorous, that day.

I don’t remember why exactly we were getting fancily shuttled to an away soccer game. We were basketball cheerleaders. Our school was too poor to afford football, so our sad-ass basketball team equaled our personal Friday Night Lights.

And did I mention we were representing a Christian school? For exactly one year in seventh grade when the cheerleading squad was formed, we had vaguely appropriate uniforms: short-sleeved and lightweight sweaters, ’80s-regulation pleated skirts.

The rest of the time, we were cloaked in heavy, long-sleeved sweaters that would have been fantastically appropriate for actual Friday nights, out in the cold. Inside a gym, not so much.

So on October 26th, it was pretty exciting to embark the Big Bus in my heavy sweater to cheerlead outside. Granted, it was soccer. Why we were cheering for soccer, I do not remember. But it was a great time. The fall air was crisp and my sweater felt protective, not cumbersome. Who won or lost the game, I have no idea. But it felt like all the Sweet Valley High fantasies I’d had my whole life, come to fruition in one day.

Afterwards, my family went to my Nanny and Pop-Pop Posch’s house for a dinner of some nature. And I was feeling completely on point, doing my job as a teenage granddaughter. Making the elders proud via good grades and school spirit.

Kind of like with the soccer cheerleading, I don’t firsthand remember why we were at my grandparents’ house on a Saturday. Most non-holiday gatherings were held on Sundays. But there we were. Since my Pop-Pop had his stroke earlier that year, right before Easter, every following moment with him felt like a gift.

That Easter, super soon after his initial stroke, my Pop-Pop had returned to the fold and the dining room. A proud man, to be sure, and as his hands shook terribly while he stood up to cut the roast as the head of the household, I fully felt his anxiety and the pressure of the situation, even at 16.

I was SO glad to have him back, though. I hated that I couldn’t help his hands not shake and that he couldn’t be fully who he used to be, and that he desperately wanted a cigarette that he wasn’t supposed to have.

A few weeks after October 26th, my Pop-Pop had a reaction to his medication, went to that hospital in East Meadow, and died after a battle with his own machines that were trying to keep him alive, but couldn’t. And shouldn’t have, because he was a proud, strong man who wouldn’t have wanted to ersatz live like that.

He didn’t want pity; he didn’t want help. He wanted to basically be left alone, to be the kind, gentle giant he’d become, even though he wasn’t a big dude. He wanted to smoke a cigarette or two. He wanted his wife to be cherished and loved and respected.

Beyond that, I can’t speak for what my grandfather wanted. He was a private man, a meteorologist for the Air Force who worked long, hard hours for which he never expected accolades.

I loved him. And October 26, 1991 was the last day I remember seeing him alive. Like every time since that Easter, I hugged him even though we’re not really a hugging family, and I said “I love you.”

I think of this every single year since that last October 26th. Pop-Pop, I hope with all my heart to See You On The Other Side ❤



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My Slumbering Heart

It’s become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I’ve barely been gone

~ Rilo Kiley

My most oft-recuring dream varies in detail, but is always the same at the core: I’ve been on a cruise that I don’t remember; it’s the last day, and I still haven’t been upstairs to see the sun.

You’d think I’d hustle my ass upstairs, but first I need to find my bathing suit. And pack. God, I have to pack; the whole room is an unmitigated disaster.

And meanwhile, passengers who’ve enjoyed the trip are headed upstairs with their suitcases.

It’s been so many years that I’ve dreamed this, that even within the dream, I realize “Oh, this is like my dream and I’ve toats learned.”

Except that I don’t.

I keep packing, literally and figuratively, looking for a bathing suit that I haven’t owned in 18 years so I can at least take a dip in the pool, if not the ocean. It’s that blue one with the white polka dots. It’s in here somewhere…

It isn’t, though.

My second most oft-recurring dream varies little in detail, except for the people involved. We’re always on an elevator, and I never want it to get too high. Because when it does, the bottom drops out and it’s like that ride that gets conflated with Gravitron, but isn’t. We rise and then fall and I simultaneously brace for impact and try to climb onto the walls to avoid the crash.

Sometimes, other times, I fly. I think that I hoped for juicing to get me there. That if I could just close my eyes, grit my teeth, and wait for a morning 29 days later, I could wake up as a superhero. The room from my first dream would be clean and packed and I’d be sunning or swimming, strong now. Better now.

That’s not how it works though, at least not left to my own devices and head space. Even if I went to Jason Vale’s retreat, stayed the course, and came home a changed woman? I don’t think I’d have the confidence to keep myself in the air, or my feet gliding over water, as it were.

Speaking of the Bible and retreats. My mother went on a retreat a couple of weeks ago and I don’t want to overshare her personal journey, but she said one big theme she took home from it was the reality of messiness. She’s messy, I’m messy, everyone is, inside, to at least some degree. And it’s not to say that we shouldn’t try to clean up that mess, but to insert my own stuff/keep hammering in the metaphor, I think it means that we definitely should not be missing out on entire cruises because we think cleaning up that mess is more important than the actual sun.

I don’t know how I’m going to reattempt the juicing hurdle, next. I know that I’m going to, but have spent these past couple of weeks in my cruise-ship room, trying to make it neat and my bathing-suit-clad self presentable. If I could only find one…

And it’s driven me absolutely fucking insane. It’s made me mentally and physically sick. I can’t clean up the mess. I can go to the doctor and have actually burst out of my phobia for a second to make appointments. I even have refills at Safeway to pick up! Quick shoutout on behalf of the world’s introverts to their website where you can make that happen online.

Juicing won’t untangle my brain, or “clean my room.” It won’t get rid of shit inside myself that should have been thrown in the trash long ago. The stronger I feel, the more I’ll feel like a fraud and fall into the pit of neverending self loathing.

The room.

Sorry for abruptly departing (“I HAVE ABANDONED MY BLOG!”), but I needed to. However, besides getting necessary nutrients when I was being diligent, I also broke the blogging seal, and that needed to happen.

Today is my birthday. I woke up to life itself, a roof over my head, and also an incredible care package from a friend of 20 years. It came with chia seeds, apple cider vinegar, coconut oil, pure cocoa, and instructions.
How in the world did I deserve any of that? SPOILER: I don’t. But I got it anyway.

Maybe I won’t ever figure out how to be a superhero, but I’m so grateful to my loved ones for letting me be a Harley Quinn who sometimes drinks produce. Seriously though, I will get back to it, just revamped. Thanks for supporting and/or lurking — I DID promise schadenfreude!

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Juicing, Day 11: Still in a State of Fail

Soooo, obvi, I’m not doing super well with my juicing, these past few days. And I haven’t really been eating a lot, save for the mashed potatoes from a bag and assorted other nonsense.

But I will fix it. That I’m writing right now and not hiding out in a sea of shame and self loathing isn’t award-worthy, but it is a really big step.

Thank you for being here while I try to assemble my personal staircase.

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Juicing, Day 10: Messy Bessie

When I decided to blog about my juicing experience, the high of the produce and determination led me to semi-forget that I’m a mess, and how my brain and spirit fall to shit about every other week.

Everyone was REALLY nice yesterday, when I posted my vulnerable blog. That post has gotten more hits than any I’ve posted in years.

So that makes part of me want to hide, find a safe place, not deal. And I still haven’t had juice in about 36 hours.

But that’s why I committed to blogging this experience. The good, the bad, the ugly. The last couple of days have been ugly, as far as these things go. It’s all part of the process, part of the whole, part of fitting my soul back into my body somehow.

I swear that I’ll drink my apple ginger shot today. And hope that even on the days that I’m the opposite of inspiring, my words can help others know that they’re not alone in their messiness. And maybe those others can help kick my ass.

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Juicing, Day 9: My Dirty Little Secret

So yesterday, I didn’t really do anything juice-wise, except for drinking the remains of Day 8 juice that looked remarkably like terra cotta runoff from Ruxton Avenue.

Essentially, I failed. I didn’t eat, but that’s not necessarily a good thing, and so I want to briefly talk about that today.

I have an eating disorder. It manifests itself in all kinds of ways, but I’m hyper aware of the fact that nearly no one notices, because I’ve never been even close to skinny.

In the days before the juicing challenge, I went four days without eating. Anything.

Yesterday, I did badly. Today’s not going swimmingly, but my head and heart are in the right places. And even just writing this today helps me know that the demons who threaten to possess me will not win. Not this time.

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Juicing, Day 8: Hot Girls in Hot Tubs

Tuesday, August 15th: Day 8

9:15 am


Only 15 minutes from the start time in my app, I had my first shot of the day! Natural electrolyte.

  • I feel groggy and down and think it’s partially from taking generic-brand Nyquil last night. Not that I’d be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed if it were real Nyquil, just trying to keep it real, lest you think only rich fancy pants people do juice cleanses.


10:55 am
Oxygen Elixir

JV D8 Oxygen Elixir


I’ve never had this, and I like it! Apple, beet, carrot, spinach/kale mix, celery, and lemon. I think that lemon makes everything better.

Mid-day notes:

– Just want to break out of this funk. I still feel off course and undisciplined, even though when I look at what I’m consuming and what I’m not consuming, it’s kind of huge. But I want to feel more in control and am struggling with my energy levels. Think I will take break to go to Safeway and buy an avocado.

– Ate some nuts. I wish I felt my high of last week when I felt strong and confident. I feel like I went to battle without armor this week and I’m not quite sure why. Even my cheats, black and white cookies aside, have been reasonable and with good intentions. But I guess this is part of it too — getting through the doldrums and non-exciting parts, and going through the motions.

– Now that I think about it, I thought I was being extra hippie dippie and non-efficient by going to the store every day for my produce. But it was exactly the day I didn’t that things went downhill, juice-discipline-wise. So I’m on my way to Safeway for some apples, parsnips, celery that doesn’t feel like erasers, and avocados that I will eat so my brain doesn’t go crazy from having no fat.

1:36 pm

I know I had some nuts, but after I drank the Oxygen Elixir, three hours till the next juice felt like a sad eternity. But thanks to some water (oh, right, my body needs water) and the trip to the supermarket, they flew by and now I don’t even feel particularly hungry! Perhaps in addition to the sunshine and produce section, the Oxygen Elixir is really living up to its name 😮

3:43 pm

Low energy again, hour late, drinking Mineral Medicine – subbed extra carrot for apple and zucchini for cucumber so it wouldn’t go bad.


I like this! Has a kick, not sure from what — the parsnip? I taste the ginger, but it’s faint compared to the other taste.



Made rest of the Oxygen Elixir



Eating avocado. Can’t finish it.

The Rest of the Hours!


I totally had a glass of red wine tonight, and I’m not even upset about it. I had the bittersweet opportunity of attending a goodbye party for my dear friend Alice, and there was no way I wasn’t going to say “Yes, thank you” to one of the many glasses of the many bottles offered up at the home of my friend Melissa; i.e., one of THE best hostesses ever!

Plus, wine has grapes.

Meanwhile during the night, I learned something important. In case you didn’t believe me when I said Melissa’s parties were awesome, she has a freaking HOT TUB, like right there, next to the kitchen. And three of my girlfriends were in it. Having a good time would have been all that mattered, but all three of them have been working SUPER hard on their bodies and health this year, and they all looked incredible.

I just stood there, in my fake jeans and Sunnydale Razorbacks tee. I’ve also been working hard on my body and health, but literally have not bought a bathing suit since the late ’90s/possible early aughts. And I think it’s time to change that.

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Juicing, Day 7: Trudging Along

Day Seven – Monday, August 14th

I can’t believe I’m on Day 7! I think this is the furthest I’ve made it so far. Got off to a late start, but it was a morning of positivity and I got more apples and pears, so it’s all good.

1:41 pm

Apple Ginger Shot


Very tasty today! I do kind of wish there were more shots on the program than just the two.


Green Zesty Super Smoothie


I still don’t have fennel so I had to skip it, and I really just can’t with avocados of indeterminable ripeness, so this wasn’t really a smoothie, but it was still good!


The Rest of the Hours!

Since I hadn’t drunk either Diuretic One from Day 6, I didn’t make any more juice, but instead had that as my two nighttime ones. Though I was very hungry by the time I got home from work, I headed straight to the fridge and poured a juice and in that moment it almost, kind of, felt natural. I’d still rather have gone straight for a snack or a glass of wine, but now that is kind of the point of this challenge, isn’t it!

And it was nasty. Not adding the pear really made the juice quite *savory,* not in the way that I like. But I drank it anyway, and the challenge was kind of fun! Kind of. Later on, I had the other half and by that point it felt like no big deal.

There was nothing of note in the night to report. I did eat a hardboiled egg and piece of hard cheddar cheese because I still am not getting enough protein and because I didn’t get the fat from avocado in the green smoothie. I also had some dried chick peas for protein, but they were way too tasty and chip-like to be used in the future, I think.

So still some kinks to work out and I definitely need to get more avocados (maybe just two so as not to freak me out with ripeness), but in the meantime I’m absolutely thrilled to be writing about Day 7. “Just” three more weeks…Ooph.



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Juicing, Day 6: The First Weekend

Day Six – Sunday, August 13th

(and parts of Saturday!)

This was my first weekend doing the 28-Day Juice plan, and especially after my Friday festivities, I was very prepared to have a regimented weekend to make sure I didn’t quit like I normally do on the weekends.

Well, that all fell apart quickly. Saturday I slept until around 12:30 and I woke up to a message from my friend David who I hadn’t seen in years. He was going to be in town and wanted to know if I could meet up! I wanted to but also felt panicky, like I wouldn’t be able to be good company if I weren’t eating, and like I wouldn’t stick to the juicing anyway if I didn’t get started right away. But there was no time.

I decided that not going would be really dumb. I’d miss seeing my friend and I wouldn’t be focusing on the whole aspect of this challenge. It’s not just about learning how to survive off juice during specific hours; it’s about learning balance and confidence.

No regrets whatsoever. I had an absolutely fun and lovely afternoon. I did take some sips from his flight of beer at the brewery we went to, but I avoided food (mmmmm, fried avocados) and mostly stuck to water and unsweetened iced tea. Great conversation outside in the sun, and I felt zero deprivation.

After David and I parted ways, I went to the store for fresh supplies for the next three days! No more dicking around with hodgepodges! Got home, started juicing around five and wrote the Day Four blog. That took up most of my evening, but I did make an apple ginger shot and later a savory juice called Rainbow Remedy that I posted in yesterday’s “I don’t feel gooooood” blog.

The next day, Day 6, I definitely woke up feeling the sluggish effects of inconsistent juicing and though I hadn’t cheated wildly, I know that I’d feel better with more sips o’ juice and fewer of beer. I followed the day’s recipes, having an Electrolyte shot and a Fibre Optics juice, subbing banana for the pear that I’d somehow managed to forget.

I also juiced both servings for the day of the sexily named “Diuretic One.” But then my stomach started hurting. It was a bad combo of hunger pangs and knowing that if I drank juice, I very well might throw it up. So when Josh offered to make me some toast, I said yes. I had one and a half slices and they made me feel better without the guilt I’d have experienced, had I waited longer and caved completely to pasta or something. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if we lived really close to good pizza.

All in all, not the best weekend in terms of champion juicing, but I feel good to have gotten through it without giving up, great to have seen a friend for lunch, and ready to begin the second week (!!) fresh, focused, and strong!


^ Electrolyte shot (L), Fibre Optics (Top), Diuretic One (Bottom)

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Juicing, Day 5: Going Through the Motions

Day Five – Saturday, August 12th

I don’t feel good at ALL today (SPOILER: I’m on Day 6). I felt extremely low energy since waking up, despite getting sleep, and now I have an excruciating stomach ache. But I said I’d post every day, so here I am! Still hanging in there, but today was a rough one and now I’m going to try to sleep and get to tomorrow. If I stay up, I think it will be too tempting to have pasta or something like that. For now, I will post pics of the juices I drank on Day 5, and write about the whole weekend more tomorrow.

Had the good ol’ apple-ginger shot:


And then for the first time made Rainbow Remedy, which had tomatoes in it! I lovvvve tomato juice and V-8, so this was a nice one. I look forward to more tomato juicing!


See you back here tomorrow, when hopefully my vim and vigor will have returned!

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