It’s not God’s speed; it’s God speed or Godspeed depending on the dictionary. Several years ago I heard someone say what I thought was, “God’s speed” and even though I’m not religious, I do believe in something bigger than myself. I was drawn to the phrase and made it my own. I type it…
I don’t like to cut. I drop. I suppose that’s not a good way to be, but I will not eat an avocado, or most other foods for that matter if part of it is bruised, or moldy or yucky. Oh, and bananas too. I’m not breaking off a gross piece and then eating the rest.…
My friend calls her happy place “Yellow”. It’s become a bit of a catchword for us, she even bought me yellow mittens for Christmas this year. Yellow is warmth in the midst of cold, peace in the middle of a shit storm, it’s the happy. Jinger is my friend and a few days a week, she’s also…
The morning hike starts the same way every day. It is just past dark, but before sunrise when Jack and I set out. He is always anxious, curious and a little nutty. I am usually sore, always alert and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble. We take the first few minutes to get settled. Jack does…
My forty-two words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster Challenge. The prompt…“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” She sat by me in the auditorium, more hair missing now than present under her scarf. The lights dimmed. “Why are we here? You should be…” “Shh. Our daughters are on stage. This is where I should be.” I held…
I have never been comfortable with the phrase, “not my problem,” but I’m learning. In the past, thinking or saying such a thing seemed harsh, insensitive. Granted, it may not be my problem, but to just blatantly declare my distance felt…mean. Then I learned this Polish saying and I’m beginning to understand. Nie moj cyrk,…
Michael and I met our junior year in high school, 1988. I used Aqua Net for my awesome bangs, he wore Vans and we both rolled our jeans. Michael transferred to our school and when he arrived a few of my friends were pretty excited. New guy, kind of preppy, sounded like the same giddy…
It is important to be descriptive. I work on my vocabulary. Not in a flash card sort of way, but I try to expand the way I express myself. This takes some effort because I want to stretch, but never go into territory that feels artificial. The words I use need to feel organic, so…
I love you. Those three words have become “the moment” in movies, books, songs, even real life. It seems we have been pausing for “I love you” to slip from our lover’s lips since the beginning of time. They are iconic words, but what lies beneath can be as vast and varied as the people…