My grandmother was a gem, a one-off, a warrior. My mom’s mother, she was a firecracker, a no-guff kind of gal who watched wrestling on television, drank beer from the bottle, and preferred cigars to cigarettes. She lived over a shop in the small city where all the matriarchs in my family had settled. Her …
Lighter Sides…
There are currently eight half-finished blogs on my desktop. Yesterday’s made it nine. It should have felt good to finally launch at least one into cyberspace, but it didn't. The result was a one-way conversation in my head that went something like this: “You are SO full of yourself. Way intense. Why do you have …
About a bubble…
Walking home from the local purveyor of alcoholic delicacies yesterday, I met a bubble. I stepped aside to let it pass and the ping-pong ball sized orb nodded courteously. Entranced, I watched it dance around a pear tree heavy with white blossoms as if paying homage to its creator, before continuing on its way up …
Strength in Numbers. Please Join In…
Yesterday I cried, fussed about stuff, and screamed a bit - silently, of course, so as to not terrify souls within earshot who might also be crying or fussing about stuff. I thought about giving up. It's all just too much. And then, a voice, familiar and sure, spoke up. "It's gonna be okay." I …
When you’re down and troubled…
Gosh, it’s hard to know what’s what these days and I find it really depressing. I mean, we’ve been at this society-survival-evolving thing for about 200,000 years, give or take. After so many millennia, wouldn’t you think we’d have figured out that war, hatred, poverty, and division don’t work well in any way? You’d think …
Supporting an Unknown. Easier Said Than Done, it Seems.
Grinding an axe is what’s done so the blade cuts smoothly through the wood you’re planning to split for that evening fire. That’s literal. I’m sharpening my blade figuratively today to clear some debris that’s in my way. I’ve been a vegetarian for over fifty years. I boast that I did not raise my daughters …
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The Words of Strangers…
I have to tell you what happened on the bus ride home tonight. I’m still in shock, reeling actually. But hold on. Unless I set the stage properly and arc this story effectively you will not understand. I need to bring you not only into my head but also into my heart. As most of …
Could I Talk At You For A Minute? Thanks.
Just a quick word, here. Didn't plan to post. Must keep on editing. (Yes, I am STILL (endlessly) applying rewrites to my lovely (BEST EVER) book and need to crack on with it!). But, I wanted to talk to you for a sec. Yesterday, a little somethin’ – somethin’ happened that threw me (and quite …
Sunshine, Depression, and Other Fun Stuff…
The sun got up way before I did this morning. Although my eyes are covered by one of those masks, my body usually reacts to the light. Not today. When I finally pull open the curtains it is closing in on 11 AM. Everything outside is shiny so my room becomes shiny, too. I feel …
Moving Back to Forward…
Many thoughts have been jangling around in my mind recently, triggered no doubt by moving, an exercise that is proving challenging, tiring, discouraging, and a proper pain in the arse. The angst is due largely to the fact that I can’t see this as a forward kind of move even though I know moving is …
Secrets Be Gone
If she had said goodbye once, she had said it a hundred times. She had done it so many times that she fancied herself an expert at leaving, bidding adieu. It had been hard work. There had been wobbles. But she stuck at it, practicing faithfully. Important to note, too, was that she was neither …
