Looking back to my stone age, when I was still married and we were going through those final days, standing in the middle of the dining room and this song by Joni Mitchel came on the radio and it had me mesmerized, captured within the words. Ever since I have tested myself against that song, it’s appeal, those manipulated memories give me a sort of … Continue reading And Clouds Got In The Way
First, it was Weinstein, wasn’t it? And then the next day there was someone else, and another, and Kevin Spacey, which was sort of different, and then someone else turns up the very next day, and then whoosh, #metoo is born in this storm and you can feel the energy. That righteous indignation fueling awards shows, the hope, the tired of you blawdy men pawing … Continue reading Why Margaret Atwood Is Not A Bad Feminist
That day the rain just kept coming down, and down, and for a brief few hours we had a reprieve from the long bitter cold grip we had been in, as the thermometer rose up to places it hadn’t been since fall, some danced barefoot on the sidewalks (ok, maybe just Jane), washing away all the dirty snow, and there in my mailbox I spied … Continue reading A Dreambook Of Spring Things
Whatever the reason, I’ve always been drawn to things with the patina of age, whether people or things. In this throwaway society, it is to these rare gems that I am drawn. I am a collector. The best ones are always found by chance, with hints of the spirit of their history, well used, perhaps well-loved, with scuffs here and there defining their vintage. They … Continue reading Of A Rustic Nature
all that which I need for which I have sought after is in my control dp :: VIABLE Continue reading illuminating
Just got back from taking Irish for a brisk walk, and coming round the front of my building when some guy standing in the driveway, doing what I do not know, says, “so, taking the dog for a walk”? To which I replied: No, and kept walking. That should have him wondering. Ok, sore tired feet and a few days off, and decided Saturday that … Continue reading The Some Year Day
“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It Trees are mystical, he said. I suppose this kind of stunned me. Not the contents, so much as that this was … Continue reading For The Love Of Fred
Ok, so last night I go over to D3’s, and open the door and set my bag down. I then go see where he put her food, open one of the cans, and grab a dish and call her. Well, she trots in, and bobs your uncle, I set down the dish, and turn to go back outside and grab her water, grab my bag … Continue reading I Wanna Save The Whales
when it’s beneath us it is a shared way to go that brings us to home word :: COMMUNAL Continue reading a sidewalk
“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” Maya Angelou Basically, I spend my work-a-day lifting heavy boxes and walking around and around a busy warehouse, which means I am getting paid to work out. Sure, lots of organizing too, of paperwork and emails to reply to, things to sort out, things to receive, that sort of thing. One … Continue reading Little Big Girl
it was the Solstice 2017 and all through the village I could hear dancers on the green with drummers drumming so i drifted that way towards the beauty and joy leaked out through my eyes, is why I wore shades that summers day for WPC :: some more of what I saw that day Continue reading that day, and why i wore shades
It’s that time of year when everyone gathers a list of all The Best of, of which this is not, or least not ‘best’ as in good, or should be nominated for a Giller Prize. Anyways, I got looking back through my drafts, and actually used one from the summer for a recent post (shhh…not saying which), and thought maybe I’d take a look at … Continue reading The Best Of What I Didn’t Say This Year
by PaulaB 