America, On The Occasion Of Your Birthday
Our trips south to visit my American cousins and grandparents was short on stops, long on drives, and hour stretches of silence through the mountains and bible belts, or endure some radio preacher peddling doom and gloom for those who don’t send him gobs of cash. One favourite memory, actually, is that one time after breakfast at the Dutch Pantry in the heart of the … Continue reading America, On The Occasion Of Your Birthday
What A Garden Can Be
That first spring here there was little more than Lily of the Valley, now a thriving river of greens runs along the house, and in the front grows Oregano, French Tarragon, and Chives with that trio of coneflowers, Nasturtiums, Snapdragons, and Tonka trucks. Out in the back upon that stone stoop, purple velvet pillow stained with walnuts welcomes me to rest me weary arse, after … Continue reading What A Garden Can Be
so they say
don’t get your knickers in a knot just you give your head a shake cause it’s not a box of chocolate it’s a deep, dark lake and you lose your muse in it but its ok it is a mutual mistake that anyone can make resting there against the brick soaking up the shade on this hot and humid day and all that glitters is … Continue reading so they say
“Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
Small, insignificant, at least in the grand scheme of things, every day something new does appear, like all of those little things and without them there would be no big things. Earlier, just after dawn breaks and I awake from that long, hot slumber, stumble to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil, when it whistles I let it sit for a few minutes … Continue reading “Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
Feed The Bees
Lately I often wonder if the next domino will be the Laws Of Gravity, as the world seems more topsy-turvy every single day. The news reads like I’ve woke inside the opening credits of some post-apocalyptic movie, as the film scrolls out the mistakes that people made, giving the background, something like the opening of Star Wars. Common are open displays of racism unheard of … Continue reading Feed The Bees
Tariffs And Toady’s
First, let’s chew on this – right now, about 42-45% of American’s support the rumptus. Yet, the more amazing number is that 90% of the GOP support him. Why? Well, your guess is as good as mine. Given his total experience with politics is as an opinionated armchair commentator, his naiveté, his rich man with an inferiority complex, his cock-surety, made him like nobody else. … Continue reading Tariffs And Toady’s
Of The Feast Before The Fall
In days of yore, back in time, way back, bronze age, stone age, back 10,000 years and more, before the last Ice Age began to recede, and water levels rose, washing away whole swathes of land, following cattle, or seeking a better life, wanting more for themselves, humanity has been on the move, really, since we all crawled down from our trees back on that … Continue reading Of The Feast Before The Fall
Hunting For The American Me
The year was 2002, the year after Mom died, and for the first time since I was 19 years I was back home, back in Dodge. Not right in my “home”, an apartment in town, actually, on the other side of the river from my actual home. It, I suppose, has become our families response to death, and the grief of, to come together, to … Continue reading Hunting For The American Me
Pawns For Politics And Profit
“The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise — with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disentrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.” Lincoln–December 1, 1862 Message to Congress In the late 1700’s the Industrial Revolution was … Continue reading Pawns For Politics And Profit
Do You Care?
To be honest, if I didn’t write all this out I would seriously go bonkers. It, in fact, the reason I even started the blog in the first part, is to have that somewhere I could vent all the pieces that had come to the surface in those months after Tim’s death from Cancer. I guess, too, it was a lifeline to the world outside, … Continue reading Do You Care?
We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle his anatomically correct wee-willy actually peed. It was friggin hilarious, … Continue reading We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
Children Of The Other At The Door
Believe I was four years old, maybe 5, we were coming back from visiting Dads parents in The States, Mom and Dad, and I, and they had stopped us at the border coming home. That was early 1970’s, and it never occurred to them, I suppose, that anyone would question it, but I didn’t have my immigration papers yet, my residence ones that said I … Continue reading Children Of The Other At The Door
to stand in the rain
it is soothing to stand in the rain on a hot day it is cleansing to stand with my back to the brick wall letting it wash away whatever it is liberating forgiving nourishing through me over me it is the sound of it on the sidewalk outside my door that drew me out Continue reading to stand in the rain
by PaulaB 