Unspoken word poetry: for all the things left unsaid that might feel awkward in my throat but might be heard if read.
I have a pressure canner that I don’t know how to use but it came with this nice booklet which is nice to look at, too.
I’ve got quite a list of little things I’ve lost and chances I have missed and mountains I have crossed.
I still get a little mad when I think about what’s been lost along the way: that sweater that my sister gave me, ones of my favorite socks, that tiny piece of technology, probably plowed away with the snow, the dirt I … Continued
All at one time some of us like me can wonder why the pixels are coming through slowly, and in chunks, even while we wonder exactly how they’re coming through at all.
Now that there’s a pill for feeling very sad how do we know what’s sad enough and what’s just “not too bad”? (I’m currently reading “Manufacturing Depression”)
Today is coffee making me anxious or is coffee making my mind awake enough to realize how much I need to do?
You could say I’m just a seventeen-tabs-open, sprawl-of-papers-on-my-desk kind of girl. I could say it, too, because it’s true. Some of the time. Most of the time. But not all the time, and certainly not at my best times. If … Continued
Watching my husband and his brother struggle the 2015-sized refrigerator through the 1902-sized doors, I hear this song: “Works for everything that’s handed to her, never once complained.” Maybe the song is about us. Except at the moment it’s just … Continued
Pears so ripe I eat them in the bathtub. Shoulders ready for a nice, long back rub. In my race against the clock I’m bested, except today– earlier than expected.