Monthly Archives: July 2011

on our front step, alone cicada song, coffee, hazelnut chocolate the air is wet and heavy, at dusk i’m in love lawn to mow, laundry to fold, bushes to trim i left a list on the passenger seat grey clouds, … Continue reading →

Is it optimism that sees beauty here, that believes Rachel Beckwith is surrounded in the most loving embrace, in the arms of children who have lost their lives for want of clean water? Yet as I write this, I cry … Continue reading →

I could wake at sunrise, drink in dawn, hold solitude like a diamond, turning it round and round in a soft ray of morning. But then there is the day stretching on. I am no longer the observer, single woman, … Continue reading →

Night before last, I met a kitten when her tiger-striped, orange face popped out of the toilet. I was not at all disconcerted by her comfort in water or her fascinating location. She jumped out, dry and fluffy. In a … Continue reading →

i am on old woman-child finger tips racing along urban fences i ponder poverty (my own), sun baked shoulders an illusion of race, castles in the sand and making rent… maybe i walk alone, until you are beside me we … Continue reading →

  Grieving may begin when we know goodbye is near, but only comes in waves, especially when another bout of “could it be today” uncertainty claims our hours, the ones we were going to spend forgetting. Even when calm is … Continue reading →

    Practice is “repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it.” When it comes to writing, I practice with the intention of mastery. Not over grammar or sentence … Continue reading →

It’s all about timely tending of toilets. Water was so high in our RV port-a-potty like tank, I could see waves when I opened the stool lid. Darn! Was I waiting for visual proof of need to act before draining … Continue reading →

Yesterday, sniffing steam from our Chefmate electric kettle, I burned the tip of my nose. I was trying to determine if I could smell the plastic interior cooking. It did. Time for a new way to heat water for coffee. … Continue reading →