I grew up knowing that I should take care of my things. Not that I always did, but my mom was all about the value of toys, clothes, etc. Now that I am older, I wonder if that was because those things were not easily replaced. Take care of your things, I was told. After…
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 key to life, well one of the keys anyway, is never being afraid of the drop. I used to play these string games as a kid, on the playground. The string or shoelace, or ribbon, just about anything, I remember using dental floss, is tied in a loop. The loop is then threaded through…
Some people never find the right person. Wonderful, solid relationships elude them due to their own issues, timing, or their choice of partner. Broken hearts travel through life wishing, wondering what it will take to have what everyone else seems to have found. I’ve spent my life feeling this way about dogs. My past is littered…
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,…
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’m going to do this post a little backward. Normally, I write and then I choose a picture, but today I have nothing much to say. So, I chose the picture above and the post that follows is what looking at this picture stirred in me… All dressed up and nowhere to go. When I…