Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I burrow my soul deep into the desert until all that exists in any one way are contrails and cacti. Smoky white lines cross the skies above forced into a syncopated rhyme by a jet stream proving planes really do fly like birds. Spent contrails. Waning evidence of jets hastening Read more
“Home, is it just a word? Or is it something that you carry within you?” —Nomadland I met Mia when I was walking my dog Izzy about three o’clock yesterday afternoon. It was hot. Arizona hot. High 90s in April. After a lovely week in the 70s, a Read more
I’ve never minded solitude. For a writer, it’s a natural condition. But caring for a dementia sufferer leads to a particular kind of loneliness. —Laurie Graham My mother is leaving me. Her mind allows her to tell me about my favorite stuffed animal when I was three, my Effalunt, but Read more
Who uses the word mistress Outdated. Antiquated. A state of old. Like you. Why not choose someone younger than me This I might deem justifiable. Sort of If such a thing exists in all things betrayal I’m not so much older than you What if justifiable was a Trophy Wife Read more
I am the oldest of three children. My brother Danny is a year younger than me, and we grew up, mostly, as tight comrades. We were a moderately happy family of evenly numbered four. I love even numbers. When I turn up the television volume, it must be by an Read more
You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to abandon me. Hypnotize perhaps. Beguile never. Photo Credit: NuCastiel Flickr via Compfight cc
8:00 am I cannot believe I am showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup at this ungodly hour on a Saturday. I would have had endless time to lollygag but my brother decided to move Christmas dinner to Saturday so one of his fiancé’s daughters and her family could attend. Read more
A friend recently asked me how I was dealing with holiday depression. Until she asked, I hadn’t given it a thought. What a difference a year makes. On this day twelve months ago I wrote, “Can We Just Cancel Christmas This Year,” describing my Lemony Snicket series of unfortunate events Read more