A writer with a law degree. A crazy woman in the kitchen. Sometimes able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Posted in Deep Thoughts, memory on Nov 29th, 2008
There are roses, small sweetheart-style variegated ones, stuck one or two at a time in small vases on the coffee table. Maybe you’d seen it on a design website—maybe one of Martha Stewart’s magazines, though you’d be really embarrassed if that was the case. Especially since the rest of the room is a mish-mash of [...]
The Beatles’ White Album is a classic that spans the test of time, but it just doesn’t sound the same when you’re 33 and drinking riesling while checking work email, compared, say, to when you’re seventeen, listening to it on the boom box in the basement of your friend’s house, sharing a dime bag and [...]
Wide solemn eyes,
contemplating the chocolate bar he’s chomping on,
cross-eyed.
His towheaded pageboy tops an oversized
blue oshkosh hooded sweatshirt.
As he munches his chocolate bar,
he kicks his small feet in sandals so large
his toes are nearly invisible.
“When does the train leave?”
“Soon.”
A pause. Another bite of chocolate.
“When’s soon?”
That bastard horse bit me on the ass while I was trying to pick out his hooves the first time. Rat bastard horse. I grabbed the underside of his halter, unfolding to a standing position, and pulled his head down firmly toward mine, until we were looking eye to eye. Then, with a closed fist [...]
Posted in Better Half, memory on Jul 12th, 2008
The steam engines were muttering pukkita-pukkita in the background, and toward the southeast end of the fairground, you could hear the sheep bleating as their 4-H handlers straightened out their rear legs, tried to get the still-but-lambs to stop moving their heads long enough for the judges to take a look, to stroke flanks, to [...]
“Taxi? Taxi?” asked the Nigerian man in the late-model white Camry, his dashboard and mirror bedecked with flags, kente, figurines. I’m carrying my BBQ research results (i.e., takeout) back to my car, and am dressed, I then realized, like the most out-of-place yuppie asshole ever. Yep– corporate logoed-hat, chinos, Jack Purcells and [...]
Posted in bipolar, links, memory, mom, photos, real mental on Apr 14th, 2008
Today’s post, Try, try again is up at Real Mental. Here’s the photograph that started the rumination:
Posted in Deep Thoughts, Uncategorized, good things, memory on Mar 28th, 2008
I was riding home from work, listening to my mp3 player, not paying much attention to what was going on around me. I was tired– it has been a long, boring day, and I had just started back to work again, feeling the oppression of not being able to take a nap in the middle [...]
Posted in memory on Mar 25th, 2008
The Big Top tent of “my” circus is up at City Hall Plaza in Boston again– I saw it as I was crossing the plaza in the whipping cold rain, on my way to an interview, my raincoat flapping in time with the tent sides.
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Posted in Deep Thoughts, good things, links, memory, mom on Mar 20th, 2008
Today is Maundy Thursday, the day on which Jesus’ Last Supper falls. I am still struggling with my literal faith versus my belief in the metaphors, my support of the scripture if not the institutions, but one of the best parts of Easter, for me, is what happens before the Last Supper. As [...]