My Electoral Post, From Election Night

 

This below is the most moving speech I have heard in my lifetime, coming from a living, breathing American involved in our politics. I cry every time I listen to it.

Last night Mr. Curry and I opened champagne, poured juice for…

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INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE CARE AND FEEDING OF THIS BLOG POST:

Press play on the youtube of Sarah McLaughlan and her beautiful song.
Read while listening.
Go hold someone you love and use every one of your senses to fill with awareness.
Swoon.





Can anyone do this? Can a person without the natura… Read full post »

BOO!!!!

My daughter Lola (6) made this sign. Translation for the unclear: ' Ghost Town: Keep Out'

 My Grandmother Elizabeth painted these little pumpkin heads after my sons Ian Oliver and Dakota Wolf

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Mr. Curry has no work today, so we are both home.  He's eating Organic Maple Oatmeal and I'm here, clacking away.  I take Zoloft for anxiety and have been feeling a little dull lately.  It makes me sad to feel a little dulled,  but not. even. close. to as sad as… Read full post »

 

poof gone to mrs. basilworth's files

 

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I Contradict Myself? Very well, I Contradict Myself

I'm 33.

Soon, I'll be 34- in November, because I am a Scorpio, and fit the hard shell of one, as well as the soft meat inside. I am anxious but mindful, desperate but constantly reassured, lonely but loved, adrift…

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*At 17, I spent two weeks in a mental institution for severe depression.

bleeding ulcer

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songbird

i had only the language you gave me.
seven months old the words malformed
in my mouth, like a lumpy Down Syndrome tongue.
this is University Education: the meaning
hidden inside the puzzle, the puzzle hidden
inside the vault of a Government Bank,
where only old white men can see inside… Read full post »

 

Literature Saved My Soul

When I was a little girl, about nine years old, I lived in Jackson, Mississippi. This is where I was born, moved away from and moved back to for one hot year in 4th grade. My mother, sister and I moved in…

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This goes out to all the women I don't like, all the women I reject, don't understand, all the women who make me cringe, who make me  furious,

who make choices I would never make,

say things I'd never say

 Make different mistakes than the ones I've made:… Read full post »

=  Every morning at 7:35 I am driving Lola Moon to 1st grade, just five minutes down the way, in our car White Magic.  ( Ed's old blue battered Ford is Blue Thunder )  This morning was no different.  Lola and I were chatting about her ballet and tap class, which… Read full post »

On the Make

Where does this story begin? Maybe it begins long ago, in my childhood, the eviction notices (the ones you find in my poems, tacked here and there like small reminders to self) on our door, my Father's inability to provide, living with friends for… Read full post »