I’m lost amongst the dust bunnies and feel like a puzzle piece far from home. Just an outcast on the outskirts waiting for an invite. When I like something, I like it. Meyer’s dish soap, Compassion Flower. Ten of them will land on my front porch within the week. For all I can’t do withContinue reading “Bigger Bedding”
Category Archives: Writings
Rain On Me
Today, seven boats were on the lake for the fishing derby – a paddleboat, a kayak, and a few canoes. Two of the vessels had electric mowers, and the rest of us simpletons circled oars up and down. But the rain didn’t stop us – no siree! Side note, and speaking of rain, a downpourContinue reading “Rain On Me”
Pizza Pity Partay
I scrapped the post I wrote for tonight and started from scratch. I’m scrambling to find words like Dorothy finding Toto before the tornado in The Wizard of Oz. Speaking of scratch, I made pizza dough for dinner. Not just dough because that would be weird. But with pepperoni and homemade marinara. But it wasContinue reading “Pizza Pity Partay”
Barefoot Therapy
Do you ever find yourself in a dilemma and don’t know what choice to make? That dam of a place where pros and cons and cons and pros are cited, all the while time is lost and pain and resistance build? Like being in one of those finger traps, where the harder you pull, theContinue reading “Barefoot Therapy”
Worry Warthog
I try to calm myself with it’s ok, and just breathe, but in this moment, my internal 12-year-old is running the show, sticking their tongue out with fingers in their ears while saying, “Not listening.” With a magnetic attraction of a mob to the word “fight,” my adrenaline kicks in. Then all at once, uninvitedContinue reading “Worry Warthog”
Dirty Dwarf
Wanting to drip a last drop of sun on myself, I flung out a blanket to soak it up. But the tippety-top of a Douglas fir stole it from me. So I departed with an idea, and returned to the spot carrying a propane tank in one hand and a stove in the other. LookingContinue reading “Dirty Dwarf”
Stuck On You
“You’re more trustworthy this way.” The thought came while I raked black gel up repeatedly and separated eyelash hairs. I twisted the mascara cap back on and smiled to myself. The things that stick with us, huh? In my former life as a poker dealer, the players liked to tell me stories. Most weren’t allContinue reading “Stuck On You”
Catch Me If You Can
Trust is a cat and mouse game of peek-a-boo. It’s an acrobatic leap into the air. And the unknown, we fling ourselves. A catch me if you can, can you? Some counseling sessions seem to twist the trust volume up to an ear-shielding pitch. And as a counselor, I get caught in its losing battlesContinue reading “Catch Me If You Can”
Crowspiracy Theory
It’s just a day, and I’m in a mood. I heard that dang sound again, the one that’s a cross between an eight-month-old human baby crying and a howling cat. Since I can’t stand not knowing the origin of something, I sat on the porch longer than I’d liked, waiting for the culprit to showContinue reading “Crowspiracy Theory”
Show ‘Em! – A Writing Exercise
Do you recall the writing exercise I mentioned the other day? The one designed to get the reader to fill in the blanks as the writer tries to convey emotion through action? I thought I’d share the one I did for my post today. Her body buzzes like it isn’t hers. The pressure in her forehead andContinue reading “Show ‘Em! – A Writing Exercise”
Going On 40 