Tongue Tithed.

Is there a word that just plain annoys you? My friend and I had a discussion the other day and they confessed (a bit too enthusiastically) that “moist”, “gleaming” and “awesome” are their peeve words. To each their own. Mine are the overuse and lack of respect from “guys”.  “Hey, guys!” is used by everyone…

August 13, 2016.

Dump (last few wine bottles from garden project). Break the fast. Weird here without the dog. Weird without WiFi…but, whatever. Radio all day. Bag hanging clothes. Box last few breakables, pack odds and ends. Break down sofa. Rapid and merciless assessment of garage (not much packing, mostly organizing). Confirm start date of new job (Tuesday?)…

Idiots On the Way.

Yesterday, during the early part of my shift, a guest shared a strange thing that happened on her recent trip to the Vatican.  Yes, the Vatican, in Rome, Italy.  Where the Pope hang out. While there, another tourist attempted – and succeeded – to break the jaw off a famous and valuable dog statue in…

August 9, 2013. (Journal)

If Saturday is the last day of any week, then Sunday is the start. That said, this has been (is still) a rather nice week, in all the weeks of this year. A little travel, a little cooking, a little exploration (some unintentional, some very intended). One plot came to a close while ideas spring…

Independence Hymn. (My thoughts on singing today.)

You know my father stands up and sings. And his mother, Melba Shorthill Bradshaw Dawson, she stood and sang.  Beautifully.  And I bet my newest U.S. passport your grandparents did, too.  Stand up men removed their hats (and still should) and sang. Singing our National Anthem is not about sounding good or “talent” or jazzy,…

To Tell the Truth. A conversation. June 12, 2014.

Acquaintance: “I had no idea you made art! I love your writing but I had no idea you make art, too!” Accepting these compliments blushing, I explain (briefly) how I used to act a bit, too, and that I’d once hoped acting would be my life’s work. She thought that was wonderful and asked if…

Humble Hush. June 12, 2015.

Before bed I ask – your pain ease, your breath normal, your rest restorative. – my child find peace in her heart while away. – tomorrow’s weather be kind. – more thunder charge the dog back over the fence. – peaceful moments for friends grieving missing loved ones. (A hard week for many.) – abundant…

June 6, 2016. Journal entry.

Winding down work.  Most loose ends knotted.  House on the market; the agent’s sign hangs tall at the bottom corner of the lawn. Mapped out my packing plan between now and moving day.  Scheduling dinner dates, drink gatherings, letmeseeyouoncemore times. It will be weird not going to marching band rehearsals; weird not witnessing the steady…

June 1, 2013.

When I wrote this piece, I had returned to New York from my first visit to Virginia, less than one week home.  Torn in two, yet mending in ways I could not then label nor identify. Today, four years on, we are a “we”; not distanced by separation nor divorce, space nor inconvenience, fear nor…

Welcome Mat. May 26, 2015.

Someone to come home to.  What a novel idea.   Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Singlehood and I have been a haphazard pair going on 13 years next month.  Twice I seriously tried to cut bait and try a new, real, partner but neither of us were ready.  So, we have rabbleroused and…

Destination. May 26, 2015

Heading north this morning. I try not to say “heading home”; leaving here is leaving home, and so is leaving there.   I come home to both places.  A life not divided but widened by space and time, and the exciting horizon of possibilities for all of us.   #charlottesville #amtrak #alwaysheadinghome

Prom Promise Mock Crash 2017, photos.

For those seeking pictures from last Friday’s Mock Crash exhibition, here is the link: WMHS Mock Crash 2017 Thank you for your participation. Stay safe, make smart choices. Dar Dawson ox