What is it that makes life past flooding in at the most unexpected moments? I have a lot of it recently. I cuddled in my bed surrounded by a comfy comforter and all of the sudden I found myself in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere in Alaska wrapped in the similar comforter in the arms of a past…
As this year quickly moving to its end I cannot help but reflect on it. My mom passed away and it was a big one. It made me realize just how fragile life is and just how fast the time flies. Now that I am just three years away from turning fifty I have this awful fear of my own mortality…
What to write when nothing is happening in your life (or at least nothing new). I have 52 books stacked on my fireplace mantle, about 25 in one of the windows and that’s all in the living room. The bedroom is another story. Most of them I haven’t read (although I read every night) and I just got 50 more…
The hot mess continues. The second week of misery. Nothing much is happening outside of that. Bread has not been baked as it is too hot and I subsist on sandwiches which is getting old. How many ways can you dress deli meat or how much watermelon can fit in your stomach before you become a frequent flyer to the…
Holly hotness! It seems to me that Oregonians (and I am one of them) constantly complain about the weather no matter what conditions — rain or shine. I do have to disclaim that 100F is bloody hot no matter where you are. And weeks of 95F are dreadful also no matter where you are. I am ready for this summer…
Things I see when I am running: 1. The asphalt with with intricate patterns of dry leaves stuck to it and interlaced with patterns of somebody else’s footprints. I always wonder how many miles they ran before me. 2. Chicken bones. They are everywhere as if the inhabitants of Tanasbourne all walking around with the drumsticks and discard the thigh…
I haven’t written for a while because I was trying to finish up my graduate degree. Now that it’s over and I passed comprehensive exams (which I have to say I am proud of) the writing starts again. Writing is a curious thing as when you stop for a while it is harder to start again on a specific note or…
Christmas is nearing, and stupid Christmas music is everywhere. Nauseating. I know many people like Christmas, but I despise this Holiday wrapped in consumerism (pun intended). People are putting up the trees a day after Thanksgiving, but it is more of an exhibitionist affair and a show for the neighbors because although the rest of the windows are covered, the tree…
