Reveal.

Might take a while but I think we all recognize the “good” in “goodbye”.  Maybe not simultaneously or even assign it the same weight or meaning. Weightlessness is fine for wandering or aimlessly bobbing around, here and there.  But there came a desire to be grounded, certain, and that never happened.  It is then we…

September 20. 

’tis a gift, this life. How the heck did I get so lucky to -be here (one smart mother). -know what I know (open, curious, insatiable mind). -shepherd my child (excellent karma). -be loved by a handful of stellar souls (and I mean honestly Loved — in that 4 AM, unconditional, whatever-you-need, take-you-as-you-are way we…

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…

On Belief, Trust & The Universe. [2014 journal entry]

In 2001, My very good friend taught me to “ask the Universe for what you want. Be specific, and ask that whatever it is, it is the best one for *you.*”  So, I did as I stepped out the door of The Institution* into a new chapter.  The crumbling Mercedes I’d been driving was barely…

Wrestles Still. (NaPoWriMo 2017)

The dairy farmer is out with his gun.   Three shots fired.  Almost too quick for a rifle.  Handgun, maybe? In the dark, three short explosive pops briefly echo through the hills.  I breathe quiet, waiting.  I imagine the spring calves scattering nervous wobbly-legged, and nightblind. Two minutes, three, five  no moo nor coyote howls. Yard…

Pre-Launch. (Journal entry. 8 April 2015)

Him: “Looove your wild, plaid poncho!” He is shepherding his two wiggly small people into their way-too-big mini-van; one of whom, the smaller, has dashed out behind the car between our cars–the driver trying to back out of her space, thankfully aware of the dasher, who has been dragged back by his father to the…

Winter Blanket. March 18, 2013. [Poem]

  It is a falling-asleep sound snow turning unheard to blustery icy tiny cannonballs against the panes separated by damask curtains of black and white we go about our evening alterations one to blanket one blanketed both to rest a spell one to melt one to manifest desires and epiphanies in tomorrow’s light. DJD 2013

Wishing. (The last one I had.)

All I ever asked for [sitting in a darkened car alone on a night nearing Christmas 2012, dreading – yet, again – being the only single adult family member, the only divorced person, the only single Mama – and crying like I have never cried before] was this: Whoever is listening, and I’ve been told…

1 March 2016.  Journal.

This evening, we met at the nail salon.   Backstory:  My adoptive mother is a devoted self-pamperer.  I am not.  I remember being somewhat mortified when it was [strongly] suggested I have a manicure, early on the day of my wedding.  A life-long nail-biter, the idea of literally handing over my hardworking inelegant fingers was…

Diary:  20 February 2013. Before dressing.

I have been treading the waters of life, solo, for 10 years, building selectively-styled walls between myself and the shallow pool of available men in this locale.  If they haven’t slept with one of my divorced girlfriends they’re about to.  That’s not for me.   I am the designated shoulder for my friend’s morning-after wailing…

Cold Sprung Shenandoah  (Poem)

On an evening such as this You may have your Shenandoah safely harboring against wind and weather On an evening such as this I am coralled by forbidden alps of atmospheric magnificence whose peaks shift and roiling bid the sailor and pilot fair warning Both horizons largely opaque until sun or sea envelope. DJD 02.16.16 #notdriving #wordbomb…

10 February 2015

​So I’m sitting at the bar (having dinner), three stools over from a happy hour talker. A cop between shifts, married awhile (to wife number take-your-best-guess), railing about his mother-in-law and her tendency to “just walk the hell right in.  What if I’m doin’ my damn wife on the effin’ piano?!?!” “Do I have a…