words they come in spurts and spurtles dribbling a gaseous odor attempting to cajole and cater and cavort with a world outside the bubble an economy imposed by grief
I don't blog much anymore. Lol. Could you tell? The combination of my dad's death and moving in to take care of my mom and buying a farm and now having my husband traveling for work and gone most of the time zapped my creativity along with my time. Writing in general has taken the … Continue reading Connecting the Dots
The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most … Continue reading The Older I Get
For the past 8 months I have done almost no writing. After the death of my dad, the world, my world careened out of control. That's not to say I went off and pretended to be a college kid again or anything, no drugs or all night binges here. But grief does things to the … Continue reading 8 months dry
I'm a great connoisseur of art. Ha! I love art ... I consider myself artistic. But I wouldn't have the first clue what it means to be a connoisseur. And the thing is, I don't really care. To me art is a process of how I see the world. Take for instance my odd passion … Continue reading What Are You Doing?
If you arrived at my door carrying the largest bouquet of flowers that I had ever seen and proposed to keep me happy and cared for the remainder of my days, I would kiss you, warmly, and shut the door. But if you watched me eating dinner at my favorite restaurant or joined in the … Continue reading A Little Sumthin
One thing my dad always wanted to do was to take the whole family to the beach and rent a big house and just be able to enjoy one another for a few days like we did when we were growing up. So as a memorial to him we've rented a house in Port Aransas … Continue reading The House