white blank page. clean slate. excuse me miss, but do you sell disinfectant for my brain? something to comet and pine sol the doubt and bitten lip memories loitering in my head. rejections of …… the way life used to be. the jolly and jolt of acting is...
my eyes are still burning bright from yesterday’s magnificent fanfare. i’m convinced the clouds, sun and blue sky were playing a game to see how many atheists they could convert into believers. streaming beams of luminous love dazzling down every so often...
earlier this week hh and his pal ted, aka bert and ernie, found some rather high horses to poise atop. there, they both boasted, ad nauseum, their expertise in deciphering the varying choices of vanilla ice cream the world has to offer. i’m pretty sure i...
i didn’t think yesterday could get any jollier. {it was a wonderful day for california} but there on my doorstep as i twirled into my house was the most fantastic box o’ sweetness. the bonny and bright melissa of reverie daydream gifted me with her blessed...
my dad called. our friend is dead? friday was a simple surgery on a tooth; today is a tragic planning of a funeral. a wretched reminder to exhale the nonsense, and inhale the ardor of loving one another. Similar posts:year in review.....thank youscenes from a...
it’s party time. shhhhhh…..it’s a surprise. we’ve been planning, and trying to keep it under wraps. but the day has come……. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINA!!!! it’s going to be a crowded bash over at soul aperture; for the ledger of...
