I’m sitting on a fourth floor balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I’m looking at the beach, listening to the waves, but I haven’t stepped foot on it yet.
I haven’t stepped foot much of anywhere this weekend. It’s after 3:00 on Saturday afternoon and I’ve left my hotel room exactly once to steal coffee from the [...]
What Now?
by Miss Britt on September 19, 2009 60 Comments »
Dinner With The Past. Oh, and old sex dreams (<— sensationalist titles, oh my!)
by Miss Britt on August 20, 2009 33 Comments »
“Hey, Smiley,” he said as he folded his 6 foot plus frame into the front seat of my two door convertible.
Smiley, he said. And I did. And in the same instant I forgot about how I had just spent the 30 minute drive over to his hotel wishing I had cleaned out my car. The [...]
A Letter To Your Son
by Miss Britt on July 30, 2009 55 Comments »
Dear Baby Boy,
I already know the name that your parents are going to call you. I’m saying it in my head now as I think of you. I’m hearing the way your mother says it, and wondering if I will ever be able to make it sound half as beautiful as she does when I [...]
Further Proof That I Was Raised By A Hippy.
by Miss Britt on April 7, 2009 46 Comments »
“Your dreams don’t have to be at the expense of my dreams.”
I believe in what airy fairy people call “abundance thinking”.
What that means, basically, is that there is more than enough to go around. Of time. Of money. Of joy. Of opportunity. The Universe – because that’s what airy fairy people call it – is [...]
What Do You Want To Do With Your Life?
by Miss Britt on November 18, 2008 40 Comments »
Today?
Tomorrow?
When you grow up?
When the kids move out?
When you get married or divorced?
What do you want to do with your life?
When are you planning to do it?
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Today’s guest posts at: Finn’s (When I Grow Up…) and Modern Mami (Raising Boys and Girls)
Hear Thee, Hear Thee
by Miss Britt on March 27, 2008 51 Comments »
A few nights ago, I collapsed into bed at the end of a three day tourist marathon. I was exhausted. And possibly… maybe… a tiny bit irritable.
I felt the black hand of death my husband’s warm touch on my back.
“I love you,” he hissed.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?”
I bolted up right in [...]







