It isn’t the rain that signals a change of seasons here. The semi-constant rain cleanses and renews but it doesn’t mark change. Nor does the blinding sun, which seems to come more in the dead of winter. It seems determined to blind us more than to hold back the chill in the air. The seasons … Continue reading the season
tempting? not so much.
And the best spam email subject line of the day? "big penis is very cool" Really? Is that what you think? It's the best email you could come up with to try to bait me to your website? That statement? Sigh. Hire better writers.
worlds
entire worlds exist behind each set of eyes as they stare intently or close to contemplate finding tales that will never see the light of day as lives play out inside minds daydream and play pretend imaginary friends that lead the way in tickling spring rain in warm summer grass in crisp fall leaves in … Continue reading worlds
forgive and…
I don't particularly love my grandmother. My late grandmother. When she died it was exceptionally difficult. There is a perception that you should mourn when someone dies. And I did. I mourned the relationship she and I had. I mourned the relationship she and I never had. She was mentally ill for the last part … Continue reading forgive and…
something to love…
There has always been something comforting about... The feeling of my fingers slipping over the angled top of my ear as I push my hair behind it. Watching ripples in the bath from the water dripping off my fingertips. Seeing the sparkle of a loved ones eye in an old photo and being able to … Continue reading something to love…
hate…
Sometimes I'm just too mad to write. Anger is one of the few emotions that it is truly difficult for me to write through and until recently I've never really been able to figure out why. I've realized it isn't the anger that holds my tongue. It isn't the rage that stills my words and … Continue reading hate…
history of words…
I remember starting this blog in November 2006. I remember the following months. How I learned as much about myself as I learned about others. I was able to reach out and interact with a giant community of people with whom I shared some common trait. People throughout the world sharing their thoughts through words. … Continue reading history of words…
a return to fridays…
the one less traveled…
Sometimes just sitting and working things make their way into your conscious mind. Who knows from where the come. It could be anywhere. A look across the table, a penny lying in the street, a particularly intricate spiderweb covered in dew, a word, the sound of a plane overhead or a vivid dream recalled from … Continue reading the one less traveled…
cheater cheater, pickle eater…
I have to tell you. I have to share. You have to know! I love food. That's not what I'm telling you. But you should know that. Also? I love pickles. And other pickled veggies. But... there is always a but... Pickling and canning scare me. It's hot and scalding and scary and you need … Continue reading cheater cheater, pickle eater…
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