four years ago today i started to get cramps in my face from smiling too much. not really a pretty image, huh? and it hurt too. there were tears also. happy tears. but mostly smiles. a wide, uncontainable, starting from my stomach, finishing out to the tops of my...
farewell white linen dresses, which dance around my ankles, and evoke the damsel in delight in me for every occasion i wear them. so long white, strappy sandals, who platform me up among the telephone wires, and beach combing helicopters, giving me that extra...
these words, lyrics actually, to one of my favorite ingrid michaelson songs, keep running on the treadmill through my mind. pounce. pounce. pounce. my brain strikes each verb, consonant, metaphor and simile over and over again with a whack of wanting; striving to...
thursday luciousness to you m’loves. so this summer one item i have certainly been wearing the worth out of, is my rachel pally caftan i bought in may. any frock that helps me release my inner valley of the doll, sans the tiny, pink capsules of course, feel...
me neither. the last few weeks has been one heated, nasty, name-calling, head butting, index finger to the eye, chess game with mr. sandman. if i’m pushed i’ll even throw out a yo mamma…. so far i’m winning the slurs, but i’m losing at...
POP! that was the sound of my front, left tire as i “turned” right into a chevron station yesterday. in my version of this story the curb had spiky, protracting thorns which vehemently besieged my exemplary, mother theresa like, clean-air giving prius. the...
