All about finding all the good stuff lately, like really trying, searching for it, cause, god knows there is a heaping helping of bad just waiting to bite. So, the first, is that not wanting to just run to the grocery store when I have a craving for this that or that other thing, because of my more sedentary life the last few months since … Continue reading So Mom, Lex Is A #CuomoSexual
Suppose to me America has always been like that older sibling, the pioneer, the rebel, the spy, the confidant, someone you admired, sometimes an ass, a liar, a thief, a nuisance, oblivious. Historically, were born of the same stock, of the same places, though us with our French and they with the Spanish, with Native peoples on both sides, and mistreated in much the same … Continue reading All That And a Bag Of Chips
My sister and I are as different as night to day. She is 5 years younger than me, and the story goes that apparently Mom after sex had to stand on her head in order to get pregnant. I came too quickly, and Lex they had to perform a circus act to prompt out. And today nothing has changed. She still resides in the small … Continue reading Of Two Sisters
We are different, my sister and I, but we’ve grown together over the years. It’s funny how time, space, and shared loss, and at one point or another, you find she has become essential. No longer the annoying hunk of flesh that your Mom’s loins disappointingly gave forth, but the voice on the end of the phone who knows all the essential details of your stories. … Continue reading My Sister and I
It lies on my bed, to protect my quilt from the ravages of doggy fur. It once covered my dying lover, in the last days of his life. Today the WordPress Daily Prompt asks; Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative … Continue reading A Touch of Forgiveness
Now sometimes front row seating is peaceful, calming. While at other times it’s just plain more fun to be right there up close to the action. Yet …occasionally being too up close and personal is just a wee bit constraining. Case in point: the ol’sister and I were up last night a little later than normal, and we {that being the royal we} discussed perspective. … Continue reading Lessons learned at the Homestead – Week 13
Dear Diary I know this isn’t a good way to start a new Diary, but I had an awful day. And so began my old Journal from the period Oct.8.1986 – Oct.23.1993. In ’86 I was at BealArt. I was trying to be “all that, and a bag a chips”. ;-) This journal is full of all the loves found, lost, picked up and scattered … Continue reading Dear Diary … October 8th, 1986
by PaulaB 