Today is the day...
- Cherokee, Buddhist, Lesbian, Mathematician, Artist, Mensa member IQ 158, Former Punk Rocker, Database Geek by trade, Grandmother.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Flotsam and Jetsam
January 08, 2014 05:59PM
- That is one
November 30, 2013 12:10PM
- Fighting for my life with the
November 21, 2013 05:00PM
- By the time I saw the rebel
flag… it was too late.
August 30, 2013 05:42PM
- I feel honored
August 28, 2013 01:19PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Most excellent. Your
writing sparkles and I agree
January 08, 2014 06:09PM
- “Growing up with a
Portuguese grandmother, I was
kale soup and kale
November 30, 2013 09:12PM
- “Lezlie, that's
heartening. What does the b12
do for u?”
November 21, 2013 06:38PM
- “I LOVE massages. I've
had them everywhere...
Sweden. Hot stone
November 21, 2013 05:30PM
- “I love this. What an
allegory. I was looking at the
rocks at the
August 30, 2013 05:53PM
- MY LINKS
Sanctuary… a place of sacred safety and peace.
I’m not sure I have a place of sanctuary in my life…
- Not church for god’s sake
- At home I spend my time making mental to do lists and snarling at myself about my many shortcomings. (I’ve got… Read full post »
Backed up against the closet door,
hooks heavy with leather belts,
his frozen features iced over with silent tears,
and anger petrified in his eyes like hornets in amber.
Pushed past endurance,
the icy veneer of years of silence shattered.
Squalling, lou… Read full post »
Today I put together some homemade Maraschino cherries, pickled fresh figs in red wine and balsamic vinegar, and cooked up some Brazilian candy and Argentinean salad for a friend's BBQ tomorrow. I made a batch of pate with pancetta, shallots and brandy and a big pot of lentil soup.
For me it is a tie between two.
I read The Exorcist as a young girl when it first came out. My sister and I were staying with my grandparents for a week while my parents were in Hawaii. I was strangely repulsed and… Read full post »
When you walk into the room on your last day on this earth and you know it, you have no fear. You feel like the cowboy in a spaghetti western kicking his way through the saloon doors. Liberated by the knowledge that you have no intention of waking up in the… Read full post »
I woke up this morning and my first thought was "It's just a little thing , really". I know that, but the roots are so strong and run so deep. It's been a week and I can't talk or write about it. I can feel the blind heavy moths thumping around… Read full post »
Years later, I looked down and realized that I was taller than I remembered, and my body was beginning to betray me. It was changing in ways that terrified and confounded me.
I launched a campa… Read full post »
Last night, I felt like I was flying all night long.
It was not like the frustrating flying dreams I had when I attempted to practice lucid dreaming. As a child I struggled to create a dream in which I was conscious of dreaming and all-powerful. Those lu… Read full post »
My last post included the last words that meant anything in a failed relationship. They may have continued talking after that, but it was the end of everything that mattered.
Here are some other final words I have experienced:
It's your fault I told you those l… Read full post »
We trudged up the path in darkness, mincing to avoid unseen dangers. Shifting the weight of our blankets and wine from one shoulder to the next, we cleared the trees at the top of the hill and gasped. Surrounded by a velvet sky studded with stars, it was as if we… Read full post »
When I was 16 I spent 6 weeks in Europe with a group of students that I had never met. I’d never been away from home among strangers before and I had no experience taking care of myself. I’d never purchased anything by myself, not even food at a grocery store,… Read full post »
My father is still here but my mother is getting ready to sweep him out of her life.
When she decides it's time for something to go, nothing can stand in her way. If she is giving something away that she has no use for anymore, even if it has been/… Read full post »
When I finished the painting I added a small black spot onto her… Read full post »
At work early this morning I slid into my chair ready to start an urgent project before the emails and phone calls begin. Pulling on my headphones, I logged in and took a quick swing through my inbox. My heart stuttered. I live in fear of these emails.
Prepositionless, the entire… Read full post »
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I watched Baraka this weekend for the first time and although my initial reaction was just “Wow”, it left me thinking through some of the connections that were made. I thought about different religions across the globe, how they differ/… Read full post »
I read a fascinating blog by Ann Nichols where she described the course of her life through the clothes she remembers wearing.
I think my life could more succinctly be described through my shoes.
I have the happiest memories of rid… Read full post »
Crossing Delancey- Great music and plot that sweeps you off your feet. Includes a real-life Bubbe, romance, betrayal and transformation. The first perfect moment: The music swells to an exuberant "When your heart stops... pounding, pounding, pounding.... give me a call."
It's ironic the last words I posted were "I'm still perpendicular to the ground". Yesterday I was out with a friend in the middle of a 4 mile walk when my ankle gave out on a gravel road.
I must have flailed enough on the way down to look like… Read full post »
Side A: A kaleidoscope of joyous moments.
We got the ball rolling by arranging the house cleaning and the bike tuning. I picked up a bunch of cleaning products on the way home, because of course we are going to clean before the cleaning service gets here.
We babysat… Read full post »
We want to simplify our lives. We have so many items in our lives that are supposed to make our lives easier, but somehow they make it more complicated. We end up overwhelmed trying to manage the tools and the toys.
I propose a grand experiment to help us to… Read full post »
I used to get up early to drive my daughter to daycare and then drive into a nearby city in an almost futile attempt to find parking near where I worked. I had to get there early because parking was very difficult and I had an 8 am Math class to attend before work. … Read full post »
What emotion is this? My heart is heavy, squeezed and sharp. The corners of my eyes sting with uncried tears. The weight of my shoulders presses me into the earth. My throat is choked tight.
The part of me that understands emotions has left the building. I’m just a shell. The… Read full post »
Less than once a decade I find myself...
drifting through the store like an unwilling moth, drawn to a display of bedspreads.
I look for white on white carved chenille, just like the one on my long dead grandfather’s bed. I seem to shrink as I reac/… Read full post »