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- Paris, Iowa,
- September 30
- Retired Domestic Space Cadet/Current Arbiter Of Midlife Dysfunction
- Not often
- Artist, Poet, Writer, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Lover, Seeker, Follower, Listener, Communicator, Found, Forgotten, Sainted, Sinner, Struggling, Sentient, Surviving...So far, so-so.......
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MY RECENT POSTS
- Write Something
May 25, 2014 11:46AM
- MISSING PERSONS
May 25, 2011 11:35PM
- POINTE of DEPARTURE
March 09, 2011 05:40PM
- Little Lori Blue - Unresolved
March 04, 2011 09:43AM
- Happy Birthday, Cranky!
February 27, 2011 04:41PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I am going to rate this
even though you get to sit out
in the breezy
June 05, 2014 04:43PM
- “Anything you write is
worth reading, Scanner,
because you are
May 30, 2014 11:38AM
- “One of the great
bounties of being a writer on
a writing site
is that you
May 29, 2014 07:07PM
- “"Daisy, Daisy give me
your answer, do." And if you
May 28, 2014 10:32AM
- “@ A Persistant Muse, I
know you have lived the wisdom
convey and that has
May 27, 2014 07:54AM
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Twenty-five years ago my newly married state was threatened with
extinction. There were schisms and issues and liberal
smatterings of defensive indifference that brought my husband and I
to the intersection of Unilateral Dissolution at
the corners of Its Not My Fault&nbs
When I woke up this morning the only thing different about it was that I was officially able to notch up the second digit of my age to match the first.
I know you are all curious, so,yes, I am now 22 years old.
What? I can be 22… Read full post »
Yesterday I made the last of my long drives through the Kansas flatlands to a rural, Dairyqueen-town and to the dilapidated detention center where my son had been a resident for the past five months.
The sun was high and seemed to rally around my… Read full post »
Last night's sleep was riddled by nightmares of nomadic wanderings in all manner of dark places: Caves, underground tunnels serving full-scale trains rather than the expected subway cars, and above ground places with a covering sky, dark and thick like a sooty, inverted M
1. There isn't a day that falls to dusk when I don't wish I had done a better job while it was still light. Okay. Enough of the altruism.
2. Captain Kangaroo made me really nervous as a kid. Why would a sea captain make a best friend of… Read full post »
As Gregg Braden writes in his book Fractal Time, The Secret to 2012 and a New World Age, "The fractal view of the universe implies that everything from a single atom to the entire cosmos is made of just a few natural patterns."
These evidences of fractals… Read full post »
Last night I fell asleep steeped in the melancholy words of Joan H, Bernadine Spitznogel and of all the other mothers and fathers whose sons and daughters have fled the nest to engage life as young adults. I am among their number and can wholly understand our bittersweet passage.… Read full post »
On my bedroom dresser lies a brittle rose long ago withdrawn of life. I hesitate to touch it lest one petal should crumble into burgundy dust.
Already over a year old, it was given to me by my son the last time I was able to… Read full post »
If you ever met my mother, the first thing you would be struck by is her outstanding beauty. Although you might be tempted to keep this observation to yourself, it would be best if you did not. She is deserving of praise even though it makes her… Read full post »
If I want to be really honest with myself, I have to admit that I tend not to be.
Like most dented and damaged vessels of sullied consciousness, I have lived much of my life mimicking the factions I find most pleasing with a decidedly unhealthy… Read full post »
"A half truth is a whole lie."- Yiddish Proverb
Honesty can be a brutal tactic in interpersonal relationships. It often rings the death knell when employed in friendships or other close affiliations no matter how long-standing or steadfast we may perceive them as b… Read full post »
The scene of the accident taken from my daughter's phone
"Mom! Her hair was on fire!"
It was the voice of our youngest daughter, veiled beneath indecipherable bellows of hysteria.
That much I knew, and as I held the phone to my ear… Read full post »
Every August it happens. Long before the charming sound of leaves crunching underfoot and the unbidden glaze of an early-morning frost have signaled the season and start of another academic year, my brief dance with summer ends.
I don't suppose I am alone in this, and I kn… Read full post »
Note to Crazypants: Yes, I am guilty here of numbers 16, 18 and 19 and possibly a few others, but what the hell? My soul is thirsty for a scalding hot bowl of chicken soup, hence, I write; after which I am knitting a sweater for my Seeing-eye Chihuahua,… Read full post »
Lately it seems that I get some of my best ideas in the shower.
Perhaps it is an unconscious response to avoid addressing the naked version of myself. My mind will travel anywhere other than having to remain present and forced to take in the reality/… Read full post »
I should not move today. Not one centimeter more. I should barely breathe.
Although I am almost at the halfway point in my daily eighteen-hour cycle of conscious participation, it has already been proven to me beyond argument that this is NOT my day. Today,/… Read full post »
"When in doubt, write."
I tell myself this often and while it hasn't solved all of my problems or unfailingly steered me away from every disaster, it has provided enough clarity through pause that I am usually able to go through most days without irreparably hurting mysel… Read full post »
Why can't men be more like our girlfriends?
This was the thought that inserted itself into my vapid mind after I opened my email this morning and read one from my good friend, Mary. It was a complimentary and poetic note of encouragement inspired by the fact that she… Read full post »
I suppose being a wife often calls for a certain amount of raw acceptance about marriage, as well as an understanding that simply because everything is not as it should be, could be or was once-upon-a-time dreamt of being that it is not a viable, workable, necessary or survivable union.… Read full post »
I posted this when I first arrived at OS. I think three people read it. I'm hoping now for at least eight! Enjoy and have a great day...or evening..or late morning or early afternoon...or in some places, it could be tomorrow already, which is kind of sad because it… Read full post »
In the recent absence of any definitive structure and order to my days, it came as a relief this morning when I realized I had an early-afternoon, routine dentist appointment. Normally, I would wince at the notion of having to hand over any portion of my precious time for such… Read full post »
What's in a name? Apparently quite a bit. It obviously provoked Shakespeare into giving it some serious thought, and he certainly had better things to do with his time.
But really, think about it. A name initially labels us and grafts us to an image or aligns… Read full post »
An hour ago my daughter moved away. She is the last of my three children to do so. I would rather be writing about her, about how lovely, gracious, beautiful and unnaturally wise she is and how profoundly I will miss her presence in the every day of my life,… Read full post »
I find it remarkable how, despite the scathing inefficiency of my emotional compartmentalization skills, I am able to continue getting out of bed each morning without pharmaceutical aids or some other form of sentimental cauterization.
This stage of life can be a bitch;… Read full post »
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