Tag: thoughts

Changing Room

I’ve seen three hummingbirds today. There aren’t a lot of birds in Los Angeles. That’s not true, there are birds, but not like the birds near my old house. We had bird nests and birds everywhere. Here things are more city, more crows and seagulls. Today I want to go back. I want to go…

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Detergent

Some people believe that pornography should be removed from the shelves. I’m assuming they have issues with nudity, or they don’t want their kids to see naked women, or they like pornography a lot and think if it is banished from the land, they’ll be able to control themselves. I would like to think it’s…

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A Run

My legs are really short. I am an endless font of reasons why I am not athletic, and above was my January 2021 entry. My legs are super short. I’m about five-six, and my torso must be the five because none of my height appears to be below my waist. I don’t run because it…

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Shout

“Fuck this place and fuck all of you,” a woman bellowed from somewhere outside the window this morning while I was making my tea. The walls of our little house are fairly thin, and we are close to lots of things, but she must have been wailing because it sounded like she was right behind…

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Ostrich Feathers

Eight, I counted. Eight blog posts in 2020. All the time in the world with nowhere safe to go, an endless barrage of topics, and I have never written less. Maybe I was traumatized by the pandemic or the litany of lies we tell ourselves as a nation. Maybe I struggled to get over surviving…

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Rose Water

Roses are blooming in my front yard— dozens of them. I have never had a rosebush, much less a whole yard full. My experience with roses stops at a vase. And while they are lovely, when we first moved in, I decided I was not a rose person. I know that’s ridiculous, but sometimes I…

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Coin-Operated

Jack and I are trying to walk twice a day. His trainer says he needs two sixty-minute sessions to deal with his anxiety over living in a new city or a city at all. The vast expanse of the desert is all Jack has ever known, so he is learning there are other people, dogs,…

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Mohair

How lucky I am to have had something that makes saying goodbye so hard. – Winnie the Pooh After twelve years together, we put our cat to sleep before he withered away in pain he didn’t understand and we couldn’t heal. Clifford annoyed the crap out of me. He had too much hair and was…

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Tear

There is so much to say and yet I am at a loss. I have attempted this post a few times, which is not my normal routine. I usually sit down, type something out, and call it done. But a year that started out so personal, that I was sure would be all about my…

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