Desire dies a slow death. It's difficult to dismiss a life-long dream. It dwells in our bones. It laps against our feet , awakening our toes like frigid sea water. It infiltrates our DNA, becoming apart of us. How then, I ask, do you wash it away? You don't. You've heard of a drug … Continue reading Dear World,
Disappointment is bulky. Sometimes with rough edges. If the big 'D' proved easy, we would stuff it inside an easy-to-carry duffel bag. Maybe even a purse. Instead, the weighty load requires a backpack cinched tight around our middle. The shoulder straps dig into our skin and press down. Sitting, shrugging off the drudgery, isn't easily … Continue reading Disappointment Doesn’t fit in a Duffel Bag
Imagine a beach. Warm white sand, water lit the color of sea glass, clear and lapping over your toes. And a cocktail in your hand. Or maybe a rustic cabin between two valleys gently resting in tall grass. Depending on your mood, throw in a blazing fire or Fabio; your choice. Like me, you probably … Continue reading Fake it ’til you make it
Bright shiny red bulbs. Twinkle lights on trees. Fragrant green garland. Are you seeing it, Christmas in technicolor? What a wonderful time of year, but everything is not always shiny and bright. Oh, it may be on television, in the malls, or in the neighbor’s front yard, lighting up the entire block. I’m just a … Continue reading I’m Dreaming of a Gray Christmas
It was a wooden board with a groove to hold a bingo card. You know, the hard cards with the slide-thingies that covers up the number with a transparent film. For easy transport, the board folded in half. And it was sold at JC Pennys. I remember circling the display with … Continue reading Bingo was her Name-O
Sometimes though, words evade us and we are left with edges of a feeling we can’t quite put into words.
Growing up, every morning my father brought me tea. Super hot and bitter strong. Often tea leaves floated in the creamy milk swirling on top.The recipe was simple; scalding hot water, loose tea steeped for hours, a splash of milk and something else. But that will come later. As you can imagine it was a … Continue reading A Cup o’ Ken
Compared to many other countries, we, the rich folks, own a lot of things. But I'm not talking about things. I'm talking talents and gifts that we are good at. Often, the problem is we don't want to claim them, thinking we're not worthy, not good enough at whatever it is to own it. That might be … Continue reading Owning It
smiling more. I'm not talking about the closed mouth, slight turn of the lips smile you give the checker at the grocery store. Or the millisecond one you offer the driver who pulls up next to you as and you grip the steering wheel, willing the light to change. I'm talking about a full monty, teeth barring, cheek pinching, ear … Continue reading Why Aren’t you ….
reading something daily? I get it. Life is busy. With our phones, T.V., work, children and husbands there's little 'me' time left. Even if there was, would you want to spend it reading? You should read something everyday. And when I say something I am being very broad here. Not just books. I don't know about you but I … Continue reading Why aren’t you. . .