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Signs of Madness

I almost titled this “They Took Photographs of Their Food.” I had some thoughts tonight after starting to make my dinner around 9 pm after a long day.   I took leftover homemade bread from Easter, put spaghetti sauce on it, then while looking in frig for shredded cheese noticed some leftover Avocado Tomatillo sauce and I put that between the pasta sauce and cheese. And then, I did something very strange:   I took a photograph of it with the ingredients...

The Year We All Cried “UNCLE”

I imagine I was around six to eight years old when I had the satisfaction of beating my Daddy in arm wrestling. Fifty-some years later I can string a composite memory of various images in my mind, still…though all these moments may lack exact sequence. I think some of our memories – especially the mundane, everyday recollections from long ago – exist in a composite event – a very real and summary synopsis. _____ I remember winter nights after dinner at...

The Land of the Living

“I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord.” – Psalm 27:13-14 Today is one of those days when it took even more from me to fight through the sense of fear, dread and anxiety and to finally sit up in my bed and put my feet on the floor. This feeling of abject fear has beset me now...

Why I Have to be Full of Myself

I’m a BADASS. That’s my latest self-talk, after being targeted on Facebook with an ad for a gaudy costume jewelry piece featuring a sunflower that splits open to reveal a circle that says YOU ARE A BADASS. ​​ Well I have posted and talked about sunflowers quite a bit on Facebook – it’s really one of my favorite flowers. Before that ad showed in my newsfeed I had never used the word BADASS.  But I suppose a Facebook bot surmised I...

Einstein, the BADASS Cold Tub and FOMO

“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”– Albert Einstein Since apparently there is a rumor – now over a year old – that I’m going off the rails and we’re witnessing a train wreck about to happen…it’s just so damned fun to play the part!​​They say necessity is the mother of invention and dang-nabbit, I need me a bathtub! Because rumor also has it that I spend four hours a day in the tub. You know how much...

The Divorce Casket

It was not on my agenda to write tonight – but when I brought home groceries this evening and tossed my purse on the counter, fishing out receipts, I accidentally opened the little mini-photo album I carry in my purse and it revealed a picture of me and my recently divorced husband looking down into the camera for a selfie on a trip to Florida with palm trees above our heads.  I suppose I need to go through this little album...

Somewhere Else

I was taking a short walk tonight for some exercise and when I first came outside it was a bit windy.  Something about it felt like the ocean to me even though it is a back road and far from the ocean.  Like a whiff of lilacs or Grandmom’s rosewater from childhood, windy sensations of the beach hold special, safe and good memories for me.When I was going through my many difficulties last summer and into January of this year...

Artists, Existential Dread and Coronapocalypse

So.You are watching some of your favorite great films during all this, right?Reading a good book or classic poetry?Comforted by some artwork on your wall, long ago bought at an arts festival?Listening to some classic rock? Your favorite comedian? Historically many artists are often viewed as starving and thus by implication, non-workers. Non-contributors – financially – to society.  Because, everyone knows that money and wealth accumulation is what makes us human, right?  The horrible irony in all this is the societal...