Just drink the coffee.
I almost started this post with "Good morning," but I caught myself—it's one in the afternoon right now. We're only on day two or so of the officially requested shutdown and reordering of our lives—social distancing—and my concept of time and normalcy blurred a little bit on me. I think that's all of us right … Continue reading We Could Be Heroes
My fairy garden made it through most of winter standing, but I found it today in ruins. If I'd sat outside a few days ago, the ruined garden town might have felt like a heavy-handed metaphor. Today, it's just a thing. The destruction is likely the handiwork of my six-year-old and the neighbor boy, which … Continue reading 02.22.2020
Speaking in metaphor only, I got my ass kicked three days ago and am still slow-motion falling toward the floor. And I can't do that right now. I have deadlines I worked for and open doors and windows all around me. My kids are mostly teens, all brilliant and strong and sensitive and growing, and … Continue reading On a Plain
Lemon balm doesn't grow well indoors. I didn't know that until I moved one into my dining room. She's an unplanned houseplant, a relic from last year's garden I brought inside (because at the end of the growing season, I found her flourishing in the center of the leafy geodome my un-staked tomato plants incidentally … Continue reading Lemon Balm in Winter
Yesterday, my social media feed became a solidified wall of Kobe Bryant. From shares and reshares of news stories to personal testimonies about the inspiring, heroic nature of the athlete who perished alongside his daughter Gianna in a helicopter accident Sunday morning. Lost also were John, Keri, and Alyssa Altobelli; Christina Mauser; Sarah and Payton … Continue reading Kobe Bryant and Getting Triggered
I'm not kicking 2020's ass. I'm not going to conquer this new year. I'm almost 45 years old, so the odds are stacked against me that 2020 will contain loss and death. I might get diagnosed with something I don't want, I could lose a parent (or a grand—by grace, I have one left), and … Continue reading In Closing
I feel betrayed by Madonna. Once the Rebel Queen of the Wild Girl Tribe, she has tapped the last nail in the coffin of my love. This week's news—that she cancelled on fans two hours before a show on account of wear-and-tear type injuries with no offer of singing sans the dance—killed it. As I … Continue reading Falling Out of Love With Madge: A Timeline
I haven't written from inside of symptoms in months, but I'm getting ready to hop on the podcast this weekend, so I'd better practice ripping my head open when it's reeling — it's been a while. We're talking about suicide again on MK Ultrasound but not the act (we're going to have fun on there, … Continue reading Death, Be Not Proud
I'm cooking jambalaya for the bar today. I've never made this before, but I've eaten it enough, so I found a basic recipe with celery, peppers, chicken and sausage and am rolling with it. I'm elaborating and improvising, though. They don't stock smoked paprika at the store I stopped at yesterday, but I bought andouille … Continue reading Mabon
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