I write this tipsy. But I need to remember.Bella drank my wine. She lapped, lady-like from my wine glass when she thought I wasn't looking. Her eyes looked around the room while she did it. But she didn't see me in the corner. Two laps with her pink tongue and I descended. She did not… Continue reading Life as it is
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A wish
Give me mornings. Long, slow, sun-dappled mornings. White linen and cotton. Lace patterns on the hardwood. Give me the breeze of early May. Of middle October. Of the eve December. The smell of earth turning. One in birth and one in death. Both are useful in starting over, both feel chilly on the skin. Give… Continue reading A wish
Sunday Supper
Yesterday we took the long, beautiful drive to Nini and Ray's for a late lunch/ early dinner. I've never been to that part of Pennsylvania, gloriously american and small-community based. Nini has a garden that would make anyone jealous. The flowers and plants were in full bloom, the shade from a great big tree casting… Continue reading Sunday Supper
Bella’s new thing
Bella's new thing is to wake me up before 6:30 in the morning to go outside. She does this by scratching her little claws on the floor while she stretches. She does this by yawning louder than the air conditioner. She does this by kicking her feet against the mesh of her bed. Basically-she wants… Continue reading Bella’s new thing
The whirl-a-gig
Yesterday I told Jasmine I felt deeply distracted in my life. I couldn’t elaborate further; I didn’t know how. I can only say this: I feel like I am in a cavern of water. My feet on the ground, the water slowly rising. Around me are walls too slippery and too tall to climb. Above me… Continue reading The whirl-a-gig
A wish list
A list of all the things I would buy if I suddenly became a billionaire:All new underwear. And Bras. And shapewear.A pair of tennis shoes. NO! Three pairs of tennis shoes.Any type of blanket I've ever wanted in Marshals.Bubble bath-and I would use the whole bottle on Sundays. Just because I can.An endless supply of… Continue reading A wish list
Solstice
Summer’s song is wild and sweet. Sticky and sun-kissed. Salty and slow. A dribble of peach juice. Condensation on the outside of a glass of lemonade. A faded sun hat hanging in the hall. A damp towel. A pop of a flip flop. The rustle of a turning page. The melting of ice cream in… Continue reading Solstice
Seen and unseen
Featured: The sand stretching north towards the beyond. The ocean crashing against the shore in a symphony of give and take, give and take, give and take. The welcoming sky bluing as the sun heads higher upwards. The sound of the gulls, the soft but rough sand, the salt in the air. My curls dancing… Continue reading Seen and unseen
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