Procrastination is a weed in my garden of projects. And clutter is catnip to my procrastination. The calendar says to start writing at 10am. I’m doing well with time, enjoying a nice unhurried breakfast and savoring my second bowl of cafe au lait. I wash up and make my bed– Read more…
I feel bad about my ‘socials’ habit. I’m told it’s not my fault. The algorithms are set up that way. Intentionally addictive. There’s always just one more. Scroll scroll scroll along, very unmerrily, and then inevitably forget the damn thing I wanted to post in the first place. I have one Read more…
I need to rest. Unplug and decompress. But I remember the old adage “evil never rests”. Black bodies are hanging from trees again. Pockets of subversive violence shatter the belief that the world is waking up to the entrenched racial biases of society’s status quo. There is a rabid minority Read more…
Pastor Frank has a big voice that thunders through my veins long after I’ve left St. Stevens of the Fields Church. Long after the Sunday linens are ironed and the table set. Long after the final lemon is squeezed for Granmere’s lemonade. The paper cut I got Friday doing my latest collage is Read more…