Category: Age
Like needles
I haven’t had much to say. It seems it has all been said before or said better. I’m not the first woman to miscarry. It isn’t the third or fourth or 6th time, it’s the first. Actually the third, but the one when I was 20 –I didn’t know what …
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I can’t talk
That’s what it feels like. I note distinct differences in how people communicate in the various places I’ve lived. In San Francisco, everything was exagerrated, overstated and intense. It wasn’t just a “bad date,” it was a “horrific, mind numbing excursion into the underbelly of boredom.” It wasn’t a ” …
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When worlds collide
I’m sitting here twitching with too much coffee. The coffee we still get sent from Freed’s in San Francisco. Wearing perfume I have sent from another part of California (www. Blackphoenixalchemylab.com) and searching online for a cool dress for the Bean at a shop in New York, while working on …
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Ch-Ch-Changes
Just got back from the UU Fellowship. It’s a gift how much better I feel after each service. I’ve even offered to sing a solo part soon. Oh lord. Nervous about that. I don’t have what you’d call a ‘pretty’ voice. I sing tenor. Odd for a girl. I have …
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pendulum swing
Sometimes I don’t like being a libra. There’s an easy hook to hang this whole thing on, when it’s probably not the stars, just my personality. And growing pains. We’ve gone from near isolation to whirlwind. I’m really grateful and happy to be a part of things but I”m feeling …
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The Lunch Date
I hadnt seen him in years, more than 15 I think. I loved him once, with that desperation only a 17 year old can muster. He was difficult and strange and melancholy. And gentle though a rage seethed just below his carefully controlled surface. I know we took long walks. …
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Goodbye 2005
This is one of those de rigeur end of the year wrap ups. Yet I find myself rather loathe to write anything at all. 2005 didn’t suck for me as much as it has for others. 2004 was a nightmare, but 2005 brought with it our move to Fayetteville, so …
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Fool’s Gold
I hope I’m done with that phase of choosing friends by their level of shiny-ness. All that glitters is fool’s gold.
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Just Read
recently… Poppy Brite’s The Devil You Know I liked it, particularly the restaurant writing. Five Quarters of the Orange –Joanne Harris–brilliant. I actually cried at the end “You can come home, you just have to stop moving away.” Oh yeah. Um plus about three completely stupid SF/Fantasy novels because I …
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Quote of the Day
From James: “If you’d told me five or six years ago that I’d be living in Fayetteville Arkansas, liking it and sitting in a church basement singing kum ba yah, I would have asked you to have your head examined.” Hee. The kids are learning kum ba yah to sing …
