I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, …
Reverb Day 6 Looking at the thoughts and patterns that may be holding you back from living the life you want, trace back through the generations of your family and see if your beliefs originated generations ago. In 2016, how can you bring healing to these patterns of thought that …
My heart is a little tender tonight. I’ve just begun the packing process and aside from finding enough boxes for all those books and spooky dolls and Romulan Ale (thank you Kathy) there’s also the need to let go of things. Â Things and stuff. I have the memories so the …
I wish I felt like I could say what I need to say. I’m working up to it. It has been an enlightening last year. And the next two are going to be even more interesting. Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. …
Day 10: Tuesday, March 27, 2012 Prompt A: Talk about breaking someone else’s heart, or having your own heart broken. I had to leave. It was time. He was never going the direction I was going, though he tried. I was never going the direction he was going, though I tried. …
So I had an episode the other day or month. I’ve been meaning to blog again for awhile but the new jorb and the tension with proving myself all over again got in the way. Before that it was just coming down from the job I had before. I was …
The prompt for the 17th, which is not today, but which I decided to do today, because I’m like that is: Make a list of everyone you’ve ever had a crush on in your life, then choose one from the list and describe him or her in great detail. (Guest …
it’s funny the things we keep. The things we keep for ourselves, the things we keep for our children, or in our case child. The things we keep for each other. My mother kept my baby ring. What a funny thing to have. I understand a baby cup, I guess …
OH damn. Damn damn damn. This is the wish. I wish I felt like I did during college or grad school, or perhaps even my first job, when I just knew I was marking time until it got good. And it did, get good that is. I had some amazing …
From the time I was small I was fascinated by the ballerinas atop music boxes. I was sure that at night the small pink one would wake and dance her way across my room. I thought they met, somewhere secret with all the other small ballerinas and tiny walking toys …
Well then, I almost forgot to write this. I guess I should do it before think about it too much to make any sense. I was thinking and talking tonight to my friend L about how friendships change. And this is probably a deeper subject than I’m capable of dealing …
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~Thoreau (right?) Somehow I always want to attribute this to the Die Blechtrommel. I march to a very different drum. Part of this has to do with my past. It wasn’t easy and that is a considerable understatement. I hope, in the near future to be able to work with …
Siouxsie and the Banshees: Fireworks This isn’t working the way it should. I’ll need to see what I’m missing…something somewhere isn’t turned on. Still haven’t decided on whether or not to do Fangsgiving. Talked to Mom, not sure what is going on there. I’m just sad. I have nothing important …
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I’m going to post some of my assignments on my blog and on Facebook. There’s quite a lot of writing and it’s good exercise. Callin All Angels The loss of one of my dearest friends, strangely wasn’t on my quick list of watershed moments, but when I stopped to think …
I know I lived here. I know I had these friends and experiences. I have them all locked in my head. I remember some very very clearly. But there are very few pictures. There are many pictures of my friends, some of them I took, but very few of me. …
Sometimes in your life you can actually hear the door slam and the window open. It’s been a shattering month. Despite the pregnancy losses, mortality and the simple dividing line between living and not, was never so obvious as recently. We knew that C was dying. We’d been visiting weekly, …
