Month: February 2009
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Thinking with asterisks
William Zinsser says, “To write well about your life you only have to be true to yourself.” I knew that. It doesn’t make it easier to choose to delve into something I don’t feel like delving into, however, and I recognize all the signs of avoidance — like grabbing my broom to rid the stairs…
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Rainy Days and Mondays
I love the rain. It’s hard not to go out and enjoy it even if venturing out is only in my tiny slice of Paradise. Everything is fresh and the air clear. I have no “Rainy Days and Mondays” doldrums like others who have taken the time to write songs about it all and I…
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Loving my Valentine
I don’t expect that on Valentine’s Day anyone will be spanking me with dog or goat-skin whips in order to increase my fertility this year, because although some may find that entertaining, I wouldn’t. I’m thinking that the MoH wouldn’t like it much either, since he’s my Valentine, and I his. We’re more about simple…
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And so I begin again.
In the last many days, I’ve had time to think about this space in my life and its accumulation of nearly two years of what passes for me these days — me in writing, that is. Whenever I run through the archives and skim the content, so many thoughts come to mind about when…
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Food Stamp Soap Box
It’s been nearly two weeks since the Inauguration of Barack Obama, and I’ve listened. I’ve listened and I’ve watched, and I’ve held my tongue, at times turning off the television or changing the station when the talking heads begin their endless hair-splitting. It’s not because I’m a total Pollyanna, but more that I’d like just…