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Jul.03.2012
Day 1 Let's see...Day 1 was July 1.  Pete flew the coop to Yuma for the day with his sister, nephew and their dog Mick to go see their mom.  I was left to my own devices.  In the old days, that might have meant lying around watching movies and eating junk. And I might have even...
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Jul.02.2012
First, let me say...don't be alarmed!  I've already lost 38 lbs, so I just have 12 more to go to hit my first milestone goal of 50 lbs.  Yes, my FIRST milestone goal.  My FIRST 50 lbs.  There will also be a SECOND 50 lbs.  You can do the math.  That's 100 lbs.  ...
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Feb.24.2012
On Dogs (as requested by Jeannie Lukow) "In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog." - Edward Hoagland I will openly admit that I’ve never really cared for dogs.  I’ve...
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Dec.07.2011
Sigh. The holidays.  Usually, I love them.  But this year, they are different and most decidedly because I do not have my precious children near me.  I struggled through Thanksgiving with no trip to Goofy's Kitchen at Disneyland or, at the very least, a trip to Patty's in Burbank....
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Sep.30.2011
Alright, before you roll your eyes or fear that I have shaved my head (although I did cut my hair pretty short yesterday) and am moving to Tibet, please read on. I believe in the adage that a life unexamined is not worth living.  To that end, I spend a great deal of time thinking about all...
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Sep.07.2011
I bet you think that title is a typo, don't you?  Well, it's not.  I DO have demons that I need to exorcise, but the only thing I have found that sends them running is exercise. Most of you know my sad-sack tale.  I lost my job in June.  In August, I came to Phoenix to live with...
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Sep.03.2011
This week has been an existential journey for me, beginning with Monday, August 29th and my father's birthday. I had 19 years with my beloved mother, whom I loved very much.  But I had 43 years with my father.  Enough time for me to grow from the little girl he played badmitten with over...
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Aug.26.2011
I think about you 1,000 times a day or more.  I think about your lovely faces, how you sound when you laugh, the smell of you when you were babies.  I miss that smell. Why do I make you swim? Because you are good at it.  Because it is good for you. Because when I watch you, I marvel...
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Aug.25.2011
Somewhere between my obsession with Mad Men and my fascination with Katherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, I have developed a serious jones for what I like to call a Lady Purse.  Now, I have read and re-read the fall fashion mags and while I may not be the size I want to be or be able to pull...
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Aug.24.2011
It isn't every day you get to start over in almost every way.  Usually, by the time you are my age (fairly ancient), you have solidified.  Somewhat like instant pudding.  You have moved from the liquid stage of your youth, where time flows like an endless river, to a more conjealed...
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Feb.09.2011
When I was twenty-something, way back in the 1980's, an entire lifetime ago, one marriage and two children and four cats ago, I met a man who would change my life forever.  I didn't really know that then.  I didn't really know what unconditional love meant back then in my youth, or what...
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Feb.07.2011
I never thought it would come to this.  I've loved you for so long.  But I see now you aren't good for me and so, I must say goodbye...for now anyway.  Maybe down the road, we can be friends again.  I hope so.  Farewell carbs, I'll miss you. As a self-professed magazine whore, I am drawn to cover...
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Feb.04.2011
I have been threatening to start a blog forever now.  But as I sit here, with this large white space in front of me, I find myself at a loss for words.  I wonder why that is?  I'm hardly ever at a loss for words (much to the dismay of my ex-husband, who said my Indian name would be Always Talking...
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