Yesterday I woke up to a text from my bank saying that my account had reached below zero dollars. And I was pissed. I knew that couldn't be right -and not because I had never been in that position before. If anything, I've had a lifelong bullshit love/hate relationship with money. I've maintained and amassed … Continue reading Ballin’, Bitches
Writing
The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
Yo, Adrian!
Pressing and pushing against the beefed-up safety bumpers of my mind, guarded within the confines of routine and normalcy, precariously perches an ever ballooning desire. When all told, as point of fact, this want has percolated for all the years of my adult life, ebbing and flowing in its urgency as reality took place, stretching … Continue reading Yo, Adrian!
59. Hello Lamppost
59. An unassuming number; Not anything that represents much more than the accumulated value of smaller increments. It's the number of times the minute and second hands on a clock are aligned within an hour. It's how many earth days there are to one on Mercury. It's the colloquial name given to the Queensboro Bridge … Continue reading 59. Hello Lamppost
Interpretation of a Semisonic Song
That Winston Churchill guy really knew what he was talking about. Okay, I suppose this is one of his lesser "important" quotes, considering his role in the history of the world, but still! Important it is! Because not only does his wisdom speak truth about the audacity of leaving a rockin' party before the good times … Continue reading Interpretation of a Semisonic Song
The Blank Page
Ah, the blank page. How many times will I stare at the achromatic display of my humble laptop in supposed reverence, my immense devotion to and admiration of the vacant screen only equal to my towering disdain and criticism of it? When will my fingers cease to hover as they wait on words to evolve, to … Continue reading The Blank Page
Proverbial Office Supplies
Consider the life of a paper clip, an unassuming little piece of twisted steel with a heady job: to hold things together. I'd half feel sorry for the little guy, all bent up, ever working to keep things in place, its burden more askew than not at times, and often over the capacity of its … Continue reading Proverbial Office Supplies
Grey Shades of a Human Becoming
"Write fantasy," he had said, when in my frustration I told him I was struggling with finding words- any words, to put down on the blank page before me. And, because I have the sense of humor of a 15-year-old boy, I giggled and snorted as my mind went directly to lewd and sinister behavior. Considering, … Continue reading Grey Shades of a Human Becoming
Blood Sugar Sex Magik
War has been waged in my home. The last ten days have seen my surroundings, once contented, morph into a terrifying battleground, and at lightening speed. Once quiet evenings with a good book have, from seemingly nowhere, turned into hours of blaring diatribes of bitterness, complete with a curse word to every third or fourth noun, and often … Continue reading Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Human Becoming
I've spent a lovely, peaceful weekend with my Sister Lynda, sharing good wine, great food, and deep, thoughtful conversation. (And, by the way, it's difficult to introduce Lynda, who I often call my "new" Sister, without sharing the story of our family- it is one of love and angst, and shrouded in a thin layer … Continue reading Human Becoming