The day just won’t start. Like a cold engine on an early winter morning. The sky is grey and lacks brightness. That is a light lie. Winter mornings can be blindingly bright. The cruel sparkle of frost and ice flash a warning to proceed with care. Everything is on display Read more…
Her mom used to say look to the water. Whenever something went wrong in a day, she’d say “Look to the water, it’ll soothe you.” They were island people so finding water had been easy. Bee was in the big city now. Soothing had been hard to come by until Read more…
Yesterday I heard someone say that they had a great Monday morning because it felt like a Sunday morning. I was immediately envious. On Monday I had to get up with the alarm even though my body wasn’t ready, I had residual irritation from the overly long and underwhelming Oscar Read more…
Garbage. All I’ve been thinking about all week is garbage. I just can’t stop thinking about it. ~ sex, lies, and videotape (1989) When I think about garbage, I think about clutter. Clutter makes me crazy. It’s beyond a sensitivity to it, I have a full-blown allergic reaction – paralytic wooziness. Read more…
The voices have been busy again. The Beater-Upper is particularly loud. My issue with her is that she is shrill and relentless. I know I messed up, I don’t need the shrewish nagging in my inner ear. It’s throwing off my balance. I’m trying to move forward but I can’t Read more…
My sister subscribes to a lot of magazines – every thing from glossy fashion to cutting edge innovations. One of them is a woman’s mag our mom used to subscribe to and it has monthly contests. One of the contests asks readers to submit responses to a question for a Read more…