That was weird. This is the only thought, feeling, or idea I have after hanging up the phone. I’m sure you want details, I know I would. But I have to protect patients’ privacy, so I’ll just say this. Holy fuck, it was weird. I’ll go not so far out on a limb and sayContinue reading “Snack Attack”
Category Archives: Writings
Poor Future Me
“That’s for future me to worry about.” A friend and I say this in jest when a task looms and we don’t want to tackle it. It’s a hard line to tow; balancing responsibilities with not wanting to do any of it. I’m in a negative head space, and it’s not helping me in theContinue reading “Poor Future Me”
That’s Not A Knife
You know the crazed look on a dog’s face when a steak is within nose shot? A worm-motivated duckling is no different and its enchantment is more wondrous than Don Quixotes. Long gone is the timidity of two days ago, as the ducklings now come running when they see me and jump inches into theContinue reading “That’s Not A Knife”
Huey, Dewey and Louie
“I think that cow had a prosthetic tail.” At 50-mph cranking my head fast enough to see what Dave’s referring to is next to impossible. So my imagination goes to work creating the wonkiest pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey freak show of a cow’s back side. A jaunt out to Roy, Washington led to me procuring three ducklings theContinue reading “Huey, Dewey and Louie”
Pull Up A Chair
A memory popped up in my mind yesterday. An image of the bedroom in my old house; grainy and barely interpretable. That was so fucked up of you. I shiver and recoil at the thought, but it’s true. I deserve my nose rubbed in it. Even though the slap stings and my face reddens withContinue reading “Pull Up A Chair”
Tangly Thread
As I type, a friend is being transferred from Valley Medical Center to Overlake for bypass surgery. He is scared and mad and feels betrayed by his body. I spoke with him 15 minutes before the ambulance ride, and he enjoyed hearing Evelyn’s giggle in the background and my telling him about her nudity, orange-dyed,Continue reading “Tangly Thread”
Come On Over
Resting on the wrist as I write is a scraggly toddler chicken. Its ability to balance on slim ledges would impress, uh, well, something that balances well. I had a playdate with the chick and the duck; it did not go well. Good thing my judo chop arm was ready and a slice in theContinue reading “Come On Over”
Fullest House
Live your life, and life will reveal itself. I’m noticing some posts write themselves. “Hold up! Hold up! Straighten the wheel!” Robbie, the neighbor’s nephew, stands in the middle of the one-way gravel driveway shouting out directions that fall on deaf ears. Behind the wheel is Gene, Robbie’s uncle and also our across-the-street neighbor, whoContinue reading “Fullest House”
No Bad Kids
My mind drifts like the cottonwood on the breeze to the peculiarness of seeing an extra-large U-Haul being hauled and the delight of seeing my daughter’s smile each time she dunked her face into the water fountain at Winco. The strength of the scent of lilac in the air seems manufactured, like in Disney’s resortContinue reading “No Bad Kids”
I’ll Be The Judge
It’s not my intention to say “this sucks” or “I hate this” after closing the binding on most of the children’s books we read together as a family, but that’s what happens. I guess what I’m saying is, do you think I should write blog posts where I brutally dissect children’s books? My husband thinksContinue reading “I’ll Be The Judge”
Going On 40 