Like an earthquake turning into rubble — A bunch of things changed, were shifting around me, and us. He asked for that, I offered this, not exactly that. I asked for this, he agreed to this, but not exactly that. Fill in the blanks. Let your curiosity go wild. We were no longer really on the same…

The hows, ifs, and buts of a match we believed was made in heaven — We were the perfect couple. Yes, that was stated about us by friends and family. Well, people grow and change. I have written much about my divorce — but mostly the good stuff. …

For anything you have missed — I have twelve Lists displaying a wide selection of stories I’ve written on Medium. I thought it worth dedicating a short story to this fact for readers, old and new, who have enjoyed my work, but may not know of all the things on which I write. Pins are useful…

Often surprised by life, accepting the flow — This is an introduction to Jill Eng. Well, the full name is Jill Spiewak Eng (in fact Jill Ellen Spiewak Eng). Why all the names? When I got divorced, I decided to keep my married name, since I had less emotional strife with my ex-husband than my father and wanted…

I was suspicious of hidden moldy crud beneath the surface — I no longer eat dairy, but I am hooked on Forager Cashewmilk Yogurt. It is incredible. You should be running out to the nearest health food store right now to find it. I’m telling you. Creamy and fulfilling. Well, my local store has not been carrying it for the past…

Changes to my Medium experience — I have been cruising along on Medium since I began late October 2022. It has been an uptrend, collecting followers, views, reads, and funds. I have been pleased. Some things seem to be shifting recently, and I can’t tell if it’s just seasonal, or that imperceptible way life brings us…

No doubt what that means — Now is the time that is not yesterday or tomorrow A catchy word that has become quite trendy We focus in to pay attention to what our senses receive Something we tend to call consciousness I hear this, see it, touch those, taste that, and smell the roses We call…

Rummaging around with the front door — is she leaving? — I hear the housemate in the kitchen Rummaging around with the front door Is she leaving? No, just taking out the garbage And sighing First it was the saltshaker I could hear loud and clear The pink Himalayan crystals that I sometimes steal Not that she wouldn’t offer them to…

If not you, who? — It is easy to fall into the mental trap of self-criticism. Negative self-talk, as it is nowadays referred to. It makes sense, because that is what the mind naturally feeds us. Buddhists have their explanation for this, as do many psychologists. In any event, it isn’t difficult to notice it. …