Half a country away, I know woodpeckers to sound like mini jackhammering construction-workers. Then nabbing their grub they fly on, living an almost always quiet kind of presence. Here in the rib of Georgia, Woody approaches life differently. Post-head smacking he breathes out a ceaseless heavy-chested scream, like he’s scared for his life and runningContinue reading “Song of the South”
Category Archives: Writings
I’ll Take The Night Shift
I’m drawn to perfectly timed phenomena. Once, I pulled a skull welding helmet over my eyes out of fear – the promise of a protective, darkened layer just for a moment calmed me. Yet, as we all know, reality often diverges from what we’re told. Having made a game since I was little out ofContinue reading “I’ll Take The Night Shift”
Critic To Creativity
The power of reframing lies in a technique that, like a good editor, takes initial thoughts and transforms them into bestsellers. Instead of negatively reacting to rolling garbage bins down a long gravel road on Tuesday evening try on an “Oh goodie” attitude. If that’s too much too fast, how about a nonchalant shoulder shrugContinue reading “Critic To Creativity”
The Hottest Honker
An adjacent customer at the hair salon was spun to face me, giving her a stellar shot of my schnoz. “Your profile is gorgeous, I mean absolutely stunning.” I smiled and thanked her. While aging continues to enlarge it, my nose still has got what it takes! And not to brag, but my nose isContinue reading “The Hottest Honker”
Pre ‘Do Day
I’m an ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ kind of gal. The type of vacationer who indulges in days away until I get sick—so sick that I vow never to go away again upon returning home. We’ve been away from home for 12 days, and earlier, Evelyn said, ‘I want to go home; I missContinue reading “Pre ‘Do Day”
Giving and Getting
I hit a dead end in my writing; whatever steam my train had been chugging up the hill with had stopped. I found myself pulled over on the side of the track, and a question lingered in the air: “What now?” Just earlier today, I felt a clear sense of purpose when contemplating my writing.Continue reading “Giving and Getting”
Soggy Bottom Days
What if we embraced decay? That the lines etched upon our faces resembled callouses, testaments to the resilience we’ve demonstrated in navigating life. What if our relentless quest to discover our true self, and the anxiety that we might falter, these moments of despair we wore on us like Cub Scout’s badges of honor? OurContinue reading “Soggy Bottom Days”
Vacay: A Poem
What does vacation feel like? Well, let me tell you. Picture this: it’s like that triumphant moment when you finally find the exit at the end of a sprawling corn maze – pure relief and achievement rolled into one. Imagine spotting a heart-shaped cloud in the sky, that warm fuzziness that makes you smile. ThinkContinue reading “Vacay: A Poem”
Cape San Blas 1 of 7
It’s my fourth (or maybe fifth) year joining the Loibl’s on their annual beachfront getaway at Cape San Blas. Today is the big move-in day, and let me tell you, it’s a glorious mess. Imagine a bunch of stray cats blindly bumping into each other while unpacking, organizing, and settling into their new digs. OhContinue reading “Cape San Blas 1 of 7”
Fly On The Wall
She always has her laptop; it’s open on her lap. Often, she’s not looking at the screen but gazing off into the distance, her face contemplative, eyebrow raised toward the sky, sporting a Mona Lisa-esque grin. She’s also barefoot, with her second and third toes scissors in opposing directions, and she eyes them with aContinue reading “Fly On The Wall”
Going On 40 