“I’m just really mad at writing right now,” I tensely laughed into the phone. “But I”ll get over it and most likely write about it.” “Have you read about J.K. Rowling?” my friend asked. We proceeded to tangent down the road of Harry Potter and friends, eventually turning a corner to return to my … Continue reading Why You Need to Dream Again
*Written by Richard Thackston My first memory of my mother isn’t really a memory at all. It’s more of a fragmented, dream-like outline, shaded and color-washed by the stories of others. I have never been sure which sounds and images are my own and which belong to someone else, mere byproducts of hearing the story … Continue reading My Mother Tried to Shoot Me
I had never quite known distress until I cut my first onion. The innocent act of attempting to make a burrito bowl was sabotaged when the essence of onion drifted up to attack my eyes. Suddenly, I was completely undone. I couldn’t see. Tears came unbidden to my eyes. Forget the burrito bowl. I was going … Continue reading Perspective
We danced. Together, in the sun rays. It came in perfectly through the giant front window, the potted plants reaching up further in their bends & twists to get a kiss from the warmth. I stood in front of the windowsill, staring out at the bleak buildings across the street, but cocooned in beautiful, protective … Continue reading Doubt Has a Darth Vader Grip
Do you ever feel like you are too much? Too competitive? Too sensitive? Too Loud? Too quiet? Sometimes I struggle feeling like I am too much of something, in my case, it is usually too competitive. The other day it was a beautiful sunny day outside, one of the first signs of spring and I … Continue reading Why Less Isn’t More.
This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A
Lingua wrecked is sort of a “lingua franca” of those who wrestle in life; a connecting language that links your experience to my experience and to the life of that guy on the curb by the liquor store. If lingua franca is a “bridge language, a language systematically used to make communication possible between people not sharing a mother … Continue reading Lingua Wrecked
I hopped on a bike the other day for a quick spin through the suburbs. Actually…”hopped” is a bit too optimistic. I got dressed, hydrated, found my helmet and key pouch, and pulled my bike into the landing in front of my door. Looks like I had a flat. In all of the great … Continue reading Just like riding a bike
The rain is rattling down the drainpipe and the whoosh of a steady shower fills the empty spaces. It is lovely. A crepe myrtle’s magenta puff-blooms bounce in the breeze and rain. The courtyard is quiet. Oh my soul. A good morning to seek a God who can only be seen when he makes himself … Continue reading When you have no Plan B
I’ll be moving soon and thanks to friends and a VERY PATIENT brother-in-law (a prince among men), I am going to pack my belongings, load them, and meet up with them in Manhattan, Kansas, in August. There is nothing like several moves in a short season to remind you that you don’t need (to pack … Continue reading Scarcity & abundance
