I’m reblogging Maggie’s reblog. According to Mags, it’s Banned Books Week. Really, I mean really?? Read on…
The older I get the more I realize what living a life means. It means really fantastically wonderful, make you want to scream at the sheer joy of living times and seriously suck-ass bad, make you want to scream and curl up in the fetal position times. It means going through the motions when you … Continue reading
Hello my friends! It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. Not just posts, anything. I feel rusty but I’ll get back into it, find my stride again. I’ve missed you, missed writing, missed a stable place to just be. I sit out here on my new patio with a couple of giant ferns slightly swaying, … Continue reading
According to Webster’s Dictionary, navel gazing means this: Useless or excessive self-contemplation. It’s part of our dialect and culture now (obvious from all those “reality” shows on nearly every channel) or as Wikipedia says, we use it in “jocular fashion, to refer to self-absorbed pursuits.” It comes from the word, Omphaloskepsis, “the contemplation of one’s … Continue reading
I sit here on a small patio writing with the constant noise of traffic below. I’m in a much smaller place than I was three months ago as I prepare to make a move. By the time the dust settles, we will have moved four times in less than four months. This one involves leaving … Continue reading