Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
It’s been a few days since I posted. Not that I haven’t written tons and tons, but thank God I have demonstrated some degree of self control and not publicized my sad, grieving, horrifying thoughts. A word of advice, when you lose your love, do not read poetry like this: The Summer We Almost Split…
I like to believe there are messengers and teachers sent to us in human or animal form when we need them.
Reflecting (once again) on where I’m going as I run and buck through life. I’ve even come up with a manifesto — “Feed the passion. Do the work. Celebrate the journey.” You can read more about it and see a photo of my Dad’s horse out in the desert at Vision and Verb – “Running and…
It’s almost Easter and I’ve been feeling nostalgic. My adoptive Mom was Polish and at Easter time she made a beet and horseradish relish that we called “Kassan”. I have no idea how to spell it. My Mom We had this relish on our hard-boiled eggs, kielbasa (Polish sausage), ham and whatever else we felt like…
For anyone who’d prefer to listen to the post, I’ve included an audio recording (9:21). I tried to outrun it. Even attempted to dive under the thing. And yet the wave caught me, a linebacker hitting from the side. She took me down and dragged me across the course sand. A few blue and yellow…
Van Camping Preparation When I began planning my van camping trip, the weather was not what I typically seek for outdoor playtime. The temperatures didn’t look so bad (between 50 and 65 degrees (F)); it was the prediction of rain and high winds that made me frown. But if you wait for perfect weather in…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!