This year is no different than any year since 2004 when it comes to this - I am up again in the wee hours of V-Day, thinking about you, Jasmine, and how you'd be navigating this world with nearly 24 years under your belt. Grief ninjas come and go, but there's always the steady ache … Continue reading 13 years
Writing
burlap & sand
First Draft I sit made of burlap filled with sand an effigy of responsibility blue eyes like buttons twinkle with flat cheer mouth moving mechanically one hand neatly flat on the tabletop nodding saying The Right Things dying inside the other hand hidden below knows the truth clutching a sharp dagger waiting for the signal I … Continue reading burlap & sand
life as improv
Some people live a very scripted life. They go to school like you're "supposed" to, K-12, followed by four more years in college, work, get married, and so on. The script is written by various factors in society - you do this, you don't do that, and you get this reward and avoid that scary … Continue reading life as improv
forgiving our fathers
forgiving our fathers by dick lourie maybe in a dream: he's in your power you twist his arm but you're not sure it was he that stole your money you feel calmer and you decide to let him go free or he's the one (as in a dream of mine) I must pull from the … Continue reading forgiving our fathers
living life out loud
For years, I've lived my life out loud, online and very publicly. I felt safe doing so, and if I'm honest, I felt like it was my birthright as an American woman to do so. I haven't been feeling that safety since the infamous Trump tape broke. In fact, the days after that story went … Continue reading living life out loud
the human race should write, and write, and write
Cacoethes Scribendi BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, SR. If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If every leaf on every shrub and tree Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes Had nothing else to do … Continue reading the human race should write, and write, and write
slogging through the blog
One of the coolest features of WordPress is the ease of importing entries from other online blogs. I've combined three blogs here, with just one outstanding - the one with Jasmine's story. I'll get that one in soon, maybe even later today. I'm going through the entries, deciding what can be deleted, what stays private … Continue reading slogging through the blog
Starting at the start
In the beginning.... Twas a dark and stormy night... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... Call me Ishmael... If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know... If you like to read in chronological order, you can access the waaaaay back beginning … Continue reading Starting at the start
Blessed silence
My normal mode during winter holiday things at work is to find a reason I can't go, and this year is no exception! Right now I am enjoying blessed silence in my office because everyone else is gone doing the festive thing. Same thing every year, everyone looks at me sadly because they're convinced I'm … Continue reading Blessed silence
at the end – NaNoWriMo
So I didn't win, by which I mean, I didn't finish 50,000 words by the end of November. In fact, I became paralyzed halfway through when I hit a rough spot at work and let it get to me. I think I'd do better with some group support, and maybe next year I'll find some … Continue reading at the end – NaNoWriMo
