Today is the day...
- Cherokee, Buddhist, Lesbian, Mathematician, Artist, Mensa member IQ 158, Former Punk Rocker, Database Geek by trade, Grandmother.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Can I anchor myself with
October 02, 2012 07:30AM
- Bourbon Scented Apricot
June 20, 2012 11:59PM
June 15, 2012 12:22PM
- Bourbon & Vanilla Chocolate
June 12, 2012 12:31AM
- Reflections of a solar eclipse
May 20, 2012 10:08PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “With your control issues
and rage against women you
across like a sex
October 04, 2012 12:13PM
- “Clearly marshall4j has
never experienced depression.
description was spot
October 02, 2012 10:14PM
- “Thank you so much for
your kind words. This post was
a 3 am
exorcism of the
October 02, 2012 09:51PM
- “You take my breath away.
My heart goes out to you and
October 02, 2012 07:40AM
- “Wow. Just
October 02, 2012 07:37AM
- MY LINKS
I picked a basket of Apricots from the 50 year old tree in the back yard tonight. The fruit was intensely flavored and juicy beyond reason. I thought I'd try something new.
I loved last year's kumquat compote; whole fruit in syrup is so much more lascivious than a plain preserve… Read full post »
This is Harvey's favorite place to nap. On top of the fridge.
I was putting together a batch of chocolate chip cookies when I realized that I didn't have quite enough brown sugar. I added in the last of my raw sugar infused with vanilla bean and bourbon. That sugar is a little piece of heaven in your coffee.… Read full post »
3 weeks ago we went to visit my father-in-law as usual. When we got there he was drunk, abusive, and hyper-controlling. There was blood everywhere.
He ranted about people breaking into his place and drinking his vodka. There were strange serial-killer-type printed notes to the imaginary culpri… Read full post »
Forgiveness has been much on my mind lately.
I want to learn to forgive in order to reduce the burden that I carry around. I tried to forgive my grandfather. I knew it would be in my own best interest. I tried getting angry. I walked through the pain.… Read full post »
Every spring the roses forgive my transgressions and neglect.
Not because I deserve forgiveness
But because the roses deserve it.
I’m wandering through a fog. Spinning in inadvertent circles and bumping up surprised into the same unknowable chunk of landscape.
Tears spring up unbidden and spill onto my throat as I drive to work. No words inhabit me, only a few visuals and a gut tightening stab of… Read full post »
I went into the garden during a break in the rain yesterday.
The light was slanting in sideways from under the storm clouds scudding across the sky, and the raindrops clinging to the leaves shivered tremulously in the breeze.
Black Liriope… Read full post »
I am proud of some aspects of my relationship with food. I know that food does not equal love. I know I don't need to identify myself so much with these things, but I wouldn't want to lose them all.
I introduced my daughter to many wonderful exotic quisines. She has… Read full post »
I had never been overweight before the nightmarish ordeal of choking down each spoonful, transfixed by the sight of livery lips slurping and gnarled, age-spotted hands curled over the rim of the bowl. I was 9 years old. I didn’t want to eat; but as always, I didn’t have a… Read full post »
Day 6 of the fast and a few days ago my body woke up to the fact it has been a really long time since I've eaten solid food, especially since the illness added an extra 3 days of clear liquids to the front end.… Read full post »
At first I almost panicked at the thought. I am ‘condiment girl’. That is my favorite aisle and I am always on the… Read full post »
I am about to begin a journey. At the end of this journey, I hope to find myself; but not in the sixties, cliche, I -need-to-find-myself sort of way. I have spent so much of my life hiding that I no longer know who I am.
For example, after my… Read full post »
like a butterfly.
Affixed in place with thorax piercing pain.
Paralyzed and broken,
while the warp and weft of the carved background
tattoos it's imprint on my heart.
Shivers of unrequited lust for air… Read full post »
Every year during our NYE ceremony we pull out our leatherbound blank book.
We write down the important events of the past year that we are grateful for
We list the things we are looking forward to in the year to come
We… Read full post »
I wrote this yesterday morning:
Staring into the abyss
It starts with a sizzling silence, one octave above bacon frying.
A frisson of
tension sparkling through taut stretched skin
Averted eyes wide,
neck bowed, shoulders hunched.… Read full post »
Time is strange
while the fist or belt is flying. Shifting and sliding, it becomes
a stretchy slippery swinging rope bridge.
Directly before and after are razor-sharp and painful.
Reality gets stretched so tight that the distinctive twang of the… Read full post »
My phone rang today while I was eating my lunch.
My friend died, unexpectedly.
Beaten to death by her boyfriend.
He boxed her ears, and her brain was bleeding,
but she went to work as usual.
She didn't tell anyone. She never… Read full post »
Spring Cleaning… two words that make my heart flutter with excitement and anticipation.They have the power to compel me to purchase a magazine, click a link, buy a book, or write a blog. I am always on the lookout for that pearl of knowledge that can kick… Read full post »
I died many
times as a child. It was my goal to learn to let go
gracefully. I wished I could avoid the last
minutes of panic and flailing, but I never got
How did I die? Mostly bathtub drowning, once a beating that went too far and… Read full post »
One of my favorite poems sings rhapsodically about the joys of flight. A version of this is recited in the last moments of BladeRunner and it always takes my breath away.
Oh! I have slipped the
surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on… Read full post »