Cat Skinner Club

Cat Skinner November 4, 2010

Oh November

A baby fell six stories from out of a window, bounced off a restaurant awning and was caught by a doctor who just happened to be walking by. This is a true story. Check it out here. That’s some kind of crazy luck. That’s the kind of luck that I’m calling Paris Luck. I believe that Paris holds some kind of magic, because of my own experience in that fair city – an experience that launched this here blog. Paris Hope is another great thing I discovered in the City of Lights. I’m clinging hard to that now. When I…

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Cat Skinner October 21, 2010

Making Your Way In the World Today Takes Everything You Got

But when hasn’t it? In Schnooville, life on the relationship front was cloudy with a chance of natural disaster up until about two weeks ago. Now it’s foggy, but it’s the kind of deep, peaceful fog that makes me feel like wrapping myself in cashmere and tramping through the heath with a wolfhound by my side. What happened? First, a HUGE breakthrough in therapy. I had a bit of a collapse in our therapist’s office, and a series of guided tapping motions, combined with deep breathing led to me coming unhinged. Imagine a rusty farmstead fence being pried loose by…

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Cat Skinner October 5, 2010

Wishful Thinking

I wish you knew how much I love you all. I wish you knew I want to be a family. Even if it’s changing and growing. I wish you knew that I need you. I wish I could be less afraid. I wish we could all find clarity. I wish I could watch you grow old and grey. I wish I could write books and make us all rich. I wish I could be at your side as you realize your dreams. I wish I could be all things to everyone. I can’t. I wish I could hike through a…

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Cat Skinner October 3, 2010

White Nights, Grey Days

A broken heart’s manifesto… I could not bring myself to participate in the revelry of Nuit Blanche because I am exhausted on a level I have never before touched on. My bones are tired. My hair is tired. I’m getting a cold, and I just want to stay in lycra and sweaters and fuzzy socks and not move. Since this is just not possible, I will instead pull together my most fashionable lycra outfit, cover the black circles under my eyes with concealer, take a thermos of tea about with me, and try to get through my day. I feel…

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Cat Skinner September 29, 2010

All The King’s Horses

I am sitting upright, in the guest room bed of one of my oldest, dearest friends. The salt from my tear-stained cheeks is stinging my skin, and my life feels like it is falling apart. Again. When I offer up my trust, I need it to be honored – as any of us do, of course. That means depending on someone to be true to their word. That means relying on them to be clear and forthright, especially in the moments when we are most in need. That means being honest, even when it is difficult and painful. That also…

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