Still doing my creative writing but the days between are long and powered by a perpetually distracted constitution. I’ve written a few installments and intentionally shared them out of order. I don’t intend to write an entire book and share it via WordPress. Not because I’m cheap, but because I want a complete, cohesive book … Continue reading All the Open Tabs
Bittersweet Drive – 2nd Installment
July 1997 Yesterday I sat on the beach with my journal and my book, Tales of Burning Love, tanning under the warm California sun. I watched a woman with five children arrive and plant themselves and their belongings about fifteen yards away from me. She spread out the blanket and they all dropped their coverups … Continue reading Bittersweet Drive – 2nd Installment
Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment
Day 676 is a national holiday – Martin Luther King Day – and so I have the day off. I reinstated my subscription to the New York Times and read this article about Jasper Johns and have learned – a little late in the game – that his work is showing at the Whitney and … Continue reading Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment
I’m Fine – Conclusion
There is only this – the before. And tomorrow will be the after. Today I am still a little sore, and bruised, but still live in the unknown. It’s a weird place to be. The not knowing. This time tomorrow I will know. I’ll either be relieved and feeling a bit foolish for worrying when … Continue reading I’m Fine – Conclusion
It’s Fine, I’m Fine, Everything is Fine, 2.0
It sweeps up through my nostrils, burning through my sinuses so thoroughly that I feel more alive than I have in a long time. Today is recovery day and I took a walk to the mailbox after a few hours of lying around. I sucked the chilly air into my lungs, alternating between my mouth … Continue reading It’s Fine, I’m Fine, Everything is Fine, 2.0
Bad Underwear and a Scooby Doo Bandaid
If you’ve lived long enough, you’ve had at least one pair of underwear that fit wrong – so wrong it ruined your whole day. Tuesday was that day and today – my day off – the mission is to weed them ALL out so they can meet their destiny in the landfill. They affect the … Continue reading Bad Underwear and a Scooby Doo Bandaid
I’m Fine, It’s Fine, Everything Is Fine
Daylight always seems to bring with it a renewal that has a ray of positivity in it. I’m beginning to notice that when night sets in, I’m freefalling towards sleep long before it seems normal. I’m so tired at night… by 7:30 – 8:00… I’m feeling the cloak of fatigue wrapping its heavy sleeves around … Continue reading I’m Fine, It’s Fine, Everything Is Fine
The Air Up There
She asked me to work at the restaurant in her place one night and when I got there I realized that she wanted me to COOK and I have literally no idea how to make any of her menu items and how can I possibly DO this? She didn’t seem to care and I just … Continue reading The Air Up There
Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
Disappointment makes an appearance again in the big world. There was that time when Bill Cosby – America’s Dad – got accused of drugging a woman and raping her. It was even difficult to believe that it was real – how could he, that handsome and funny man, who performed for children for God’s sake, … Continue reading Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
Origins
The damage was already done (Continued from previous post) One of the recent roadblocks in my writing has to do with oppression. Revisiting the past for my current writing reawakened the ways in which I tailored my writing toward the end of the marriage. It stems from a violation of my trust over twenty years … Continue reading Origins
The Tara Chronicles 