“I can’t imagine anyone filling your shoes or bed,” I say to my husband. We stare hard into each other’s eyes and see only love. He nods, but I’m never quite sure of his response, or, non-response. It is a discussion we’ve had many times…what would we do if one of us were to die? Would we remain single in… Read More
Re-set button
I jab my index finger onto the tiny button located on my car’s dashboard. Like magic, the miles between fueling return to zero. Wouldn’t it be fun if we could re-set our troubled times like that? A small button on the body part of choice would quickly rid us of hurt feelings or missed chances. I’d probably wear mine out!… Read More
Seeing wilderness…
The ink pen slashes across the words in the list. Done that, done that, haven’t done that. My day is composed of black and white scribbles posing as goals. Sometimes my list—endless lists—feels too controlled and too domesticated for the yearnings scratching in my soul. I remember, as a younger girl, responding to the need to get into nature. I… Read More
Pumpkin bribes…
I had to give a class presentation. Speaking in front of others remains one of my least shining moments. I talk too fast, my hands tremble, and I lose my train of thought at key moments. Knowing my foibles, I decided to be proactive and bribe my way into the minds and hearts of fellow classmates. I baked three dozen… Read More
The hands of time…
A large black and white photographic image of a male athlete perched atop a chair, ball like, brought to mind a trophy. His skin glowed with the waxed sheen of bronze and his muscles bulged and waned in clear definition against the strain of his position. It was a mesmerizing photograph, both confusing in form and intoxicating in depth. My… Read More
Even when I’m feeling odd…
I think there has been a universal energy shift lately. People who tend to be very upbeat in my world are more cautious and slower to twinkle. It isn’t so much about the economy, or world situations, it is simply weariness in attitude. I’ve been trying to remain steadfast in my optimism, but there are days the rough stuff scrapes… Read More
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