Life

The Act of Creation

Creating does not happen devoid of experience, as experience often becomes that which moves the soul. It is a complexity of situations and deep emotional responses, born from events of which only a few of our own design, or desire. These elements work in concert with one another. They mesh, and meld, and circle around […]

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An Ode to Lost Things

Bit by bit, life erodes these ideas one has. Dreams, goals, aspirations, all grand schemes are subject to moderation, and the changing climate of life. Today as the weather outside dips, and moisture freezes on the window panes, I find myself with little to say. I awake, and drink my coffee, smoke my cigs and […]

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Moving Fred To His New Home

So there was poor Fred, all hunched over in the middle of my Sisters van. He’s not very happy right now. Like, at all. Dry as a bone too…my sister doesn’t, ahem, have a green thumb. Not black, just…not green. She had picked me up earlier in the day, her and the girls (my nieces). […]

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One by One: a year later

A year ago today, I wrote this – One by One [published: Oct. 31, 2012] I had been blogging 5 days. It was just me and Irish, alone at the Lake, in our little cottage. I was experiencing a profound grief. Tim’s death had been so much different than hers. So many different emotions, experiences, […]

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My Momma Liked To Dance

I’d come home from high school, and I’d often walk in to Motown blaring in the basement, and there she’d be, dancing away. Often doing the Mash Potatoe, or some other complicated thing I could never really master. My gawd, could that woman kick it. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her death. All Hallows Eve, […]

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Daily Prompt: Exhale

Not so long ago I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come – it seemed so elusive. I’d reach for it, but it would be merely an illusion. I dreamed of it, I longed for it, I prayed for it, but still it refused to appear. As the prompt suggests, its like for […]

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In the Misty Morning Light

My days have shifted, and I’m currently working afternoons. I’m a morning person, therefore I find myself restless; to the benefit of Irish who gets her walk in the morning instead of the evening. Yesterday my world was covered in a mist of fog, creating a soft morning light. Irish and I hadn’t been out […]

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