It's a little after 6am: the best time of the day, methinks. "It's always darkest before dawn," they say, which is true because even the faintest of grays or blues have yet to outline the treetops. It's when they—the edges of things outside—start to glow that I'll go take care of the donkeys and ducks,... Continue Reading →
A little over a year ago, I posted this story: Pail by Pail. I thought about it this morning after stream-of-conscious journaling---a practice I wish I could admit I stick to regularly. I'd not written in my journal since mid-October and mentally beat myself up for it. I even started today's journal entry with something... Continue Reading →
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
I had a dream last night that present-day-me somehow (as a spirit? a thought? a memory but also premonition?) was able to supernaturally visit myself as a 10-year-old. I appeared at a gathering with my mom's extended family at my grandparent's bay house in Galveston: a get together I vaguely remember. 10-year-old me was in... Continue Reading →
It’s pouring for the third day in a row and I’ve had to venture out into it vehicularly to attend a doctor’s appointment in a city south of here. I’m a confident, careful, and (probably overly) defensive driver, so freeways in a storm don’t typically make me nervous but a few miles ago, I hit... Continue Reading →
