I’m house sitting a dear pal’s loft while he and his family sup and sip their way through the south of France. He’s lived here for twenty years and everywhere the eye lands tells a story from his life. He has lived an interesting life. Interesting people tend to do Read more…
my settings are off. there’s been a universal shift, imperceptible to the eye. random passersby are oblivious. even acquaintances remain unknowing until i verbalize the details in answer to “what’s new?”. is it still new? it’s three wednesdays since his last breath. is that a lot of time Read more…
I’m sitting on my tailbone, legs splayed, face slack with boredom, but my cells are taught and prepared. I’m holding my breath ever so slightly wondering what the first line will be. Am I going to say it? Is it going to come from her? All I know is that I am Read more…
She came into my room with some socks she found in the dryer. She stopped short, taking in the changes in the room. “I needed to change something,” I explained. She looked down at me sitting on the rug and I could see I made absolutely no sense. It was Read more…
I’ve changed my mind six times about today’s post. The topic is was change. Ironic? Moronic? Maybe. Things are changing all the time. Why are we resistant to some changes more than other? Kei’s little theory for today: All resistance to change is connected to fear of the unknown, and the 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…
I love them. I love to soak in the soothing warmth of them and then wrap myself in their cashmere softness. Sometimes I inhale a perfect cluster of them that clears my head in a eucalyptus rush. Sometimes they come at me aggressively, all sharp angles and pointed jabs. And Read more…
“I start at 6:00. Sharp.” She said., “Life happens, I get it, but if you’re chronically late you have to look at that.” There were ten of us in the room but I was pretty convinced she was talking to me. It was 6:10 when I squeezed through the door, Read more…