Days of my Life #48

“This shit is too weird for words.” “Like sci fi.” “As the stomach turns.” “So surreal, seriously.” “Its Like a bad dream.” “Hard to get my head wrapped around this...” Those were the snippets/phraselettes that zipped through my brain as masked daughter and I snaked our way through Trader Joe’s (Aldi’s foster child, originally birthed … Continue reading Days of my Life #48

Dying to be Born Again: creativity has its downs and ups

I'm awake. It's heaven knows when in the middle of the night. Oh yes, it's 3:00AM. I've awakened with chest pains...no it's probably gas, but I grew up in a family of acute awareness of the body and all that might go awry. Every slight hint of disease, malcontent, or drip of mucus was treated … Continue reading Dying to be Born Again: creativity has its downs and ups

Trains planes texas bound September 11,2013

My bags are packed, I'm ready to go ...sounds like a song lyric? It is. Songs have been running through my brain since Max walked into the light yesterday. "Happy trails to you", a la Roy Rogers and Dale Evans was the first," which was followed by "So long, farewell... good bye (the last word … Continue reading Trains planes texas bound September 11,2013