The breeze whispered sheer black across her face. Gathered near the earthen void, someone asked, “What time is it?” It no longer mattered, she thought closing her eyes. The touch, Sunday breakfast, that laugh. Time had shattered into a million never agains. My response to this week’s Yeah Write.Me Gargleblaster. The prompt…Have all your clocks stopped? Exactly…
There is a crack in my windshield. A rock hit the upper corner on the passenger’s side. It was one of those pops where I wasn’t sure if it hit the frame or the actual glass. It was loud and sort of shocking. I leaned over and saw the pronged star. It wasn’t that big, but it looked deep.…
I need to write something. It’s been three days and even though it was a pretty shitty weekend, there must be something to say. I…I spent a couple of hours today obsessing about whether or not I should bring a walking stick when I hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu at the end of May.…
I left pieces of myself in Paris. Some of them I won’t miss, others I am finding as I start to unpack my bag that spent an extra day in the Detroit airport, but there is a piece of me that I’m not seeing anywhere. I’m a little panicked because I need this piece, it’s…
Live like you’re dying, but never take yourself too seriously. Well, which is it? I’ve read myself onto a long balance beam. I need to focus, be serious enough to watch my step and carefully plan my trip from one stop to another. I need to believe in myself, give myself credit, stop caring what…
Three light bulbs burned out in the laundry room a couple of weeks ago. I flipped the switch, they flashed, made that zappy sound and out they went. I have recessed lights, so they are the big ones with the flat tops. They’re pretty expensive to replace. I find it annoying every time we have…
It occurs to me that I have never done anything for my entire life. I mean other than the basics, sleep, brush teeth, but I don’t even do those the same way every time. I don’t have a habit, something I’ve done my whole life, or even my adult life. I think I’m a bit…
I’ve been thinking that the airport could be a metaphor for life. I know, enough with the metaphors, but I’m sitting around with tissue sticking out of my nose and Downton Abbey is not providing the same comfort Sesame Street did when I was a child. So, I turn to thinking and that brings me…
There are basics in everything, even parenting. I read this article today about wardrobe basics. I’m forever trying to stock my closet so I look like…well, someone super cool. It never works, and I default to the navy blue T-shirt and jeans just about every day, but it’s still a new year so I’ll delude…