❤ If you asked me five years ago, on a regular Saturday morning such as this, anything having to do with dating or coupling (outside of business or creatively contributing to something) or, God forbid, Love and such, I would have quickly changed the subject to you, your life and goings--on; or my daughter or … Continue reading 27 January 2018. It’s You.
Such good heat in summer. I have a co-worker, skin over bones she is, who goes out into the mid-day oven wearing a sweater, to warm up from the chill of the AC. She returns flushed and rosy and happy to be warm for a little while. Let's remember this, shall we? When we're complaining … Continue reading When In Winter. (Prosery)
This final week of 2017 I have unplugged from Facebook to the extent that I am, in three day's time, remarkably happier and more unburdened than I have been in five years. Maybe more. The planet continues to have hope and disaster hand-in-hand, but I don't have to read or know about every single detail … Continue reading Loose Ends, Tied.
These last few mornings, before dawn, I have walked the dog. Because my head is thrown back mouth hanging open dazed by all the stars, I have no idea whether or not she has relieved herself of her night holdings. Let's presume "yes", as she has not soiled the carpet (recently). On our walk this … Continue reading Barley September.
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 … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. On This Day. (Prosery. 8 April, 2014)