“My uncle just passed away,” are words I’ve repeated several times this week. Most people react with a concerned look, asking me, “Were you close?” To which I respond, “I don't really know.” These types of conversations have been transporting me back to the last time I saw him in person: The day of my … Continue reading Tumbleweed
So many memories to collect. So little time...
Gray is a beautiful color. My car is a silver-ish gray and I love it even more than the 3 red ones I had before. It’s interesting how preferences change as we get older. For years I'd tell people, "I don't like the color red, but I like driving red cars." It intrigues me how … Continue reading Going Gray
The “need to do’s” keep piling up—stacking endlessly. They stretch into the sky where my dreams live; where the vultures circle, dancing between flutters and glides. The world out there doesn’t seem to care that I still see faces in everything, staring back at me from the shady parts of a crushed faux velvet bathrobe, … Continue reading Pretending
Last night I had a dream I don’t much remember. All of the details evade me, except one: Toward the end of the thing, I began singing “Straight from the Heart” by Bryan Adams. It was still ear-worming around inside my gray matter through breakfast, causing me to hum and sway while pushing eggs across … Continue reading Pandora’s Dream Box
I try to make sense, Of the angst I've been feeling, As if there’s ONE trigger, That’s sending me reeling.
Grieving in advance...
Just a little post birthday brooding...
I’m usually a pretty positive person. At least, I try to be. But lately I’ve found it more and more difficult to maintain that internal Zen. Is it my insistence on scanning the New York Times daily? Maybe. Probably. I’m an empath, so reading the news for me is a little masochistic, but there’s so … Continue reading Welcome to Earth
I’ve felt time a little heavier lately—in the fine lines I can’t remember from before; in the tiny popping in my lower back as I twist down to pick up a pen; in that fiercely subtle “boom, boom, boom” in my chest, like a ticking clock, like a threat, wrapped up in blessings, and moments, … Continue reading Breathe Through
If I had to choose 1 word to describe the state of things at this point in 2022, it would be “Desperation.” This one significant thing seems to be the common thread stringing us all together despite ourselves. People are desperate for a sense of safety, for acceptance, for an end to the constant turmoil, … Continue reading Desperation
The Daily "Me" 