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…
Category: writing – randomness
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…
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,…
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
On Over-Thinking. (Prosery.) NaPoWriMo 2017.
If overthinking is a combination of being intelligent but not having a hobby, or being over-caffeinated and not getting enough sleep, or being a little bit stressed and wearing your coping mechanisms so thin you can see through them like a bad alibi, or not socializing with your friends who distract and lift you positively,…
Astral Astray. (NaPoWriMo. 2017)
Listen close for the stars above have such good things to tell you. Listen honestly, into the twilight let your eardrum lean hard into the sky to hear the song being written just for you. High above the embrace of hearth, of more import than daily distraction, high-hanging only for you lofty strung lightnotes of …
NaPoWriMo. On This Day. (Prosery. 8 April, 2014)
This life? This blustery calm circus of vibrant color and deepest freewheeling emotion? This wild Bossa Nova in 3-6-5 tempos of random kindness and distempered change punctuated by groaner punchlines whose menus never serve the same fare twice? This life where invisible wisdoms and sweeping awkward gestures of sweetest affection hold our hearts in most…
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
