Life tends to get so busy these days it’s the last thing I think of. Changed jobs, improved my screened porch, settling into my little home with the panthers. Dad is declining quickly. We honestly didn’t think he’d still be here at this point, and it’s been an adventure with many medical ups and downsContinue reading “I need to write more often”
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Keep Sucking
Sooooo had a massive cancer scare. GET YOUR ANNUAL CHECKUPS!! Huge tumors in my abdomen from left-behind fibroid tissue after my partial hysterectomy (took the uterus, left the ovaries) in 2012. That left behind tissue grew into massive tumors. And MANY of them. Hence my persistent belly no matter what I did to lose weightContinue reading “Keep Sucking”
Sunday
Sitting thinking there was nothing to write about these days. And my mind is such a whirlwind that I can’t even remember who I’ve told about my dad and his brain surgery a few weeks ago. Have I even written about it here? That’s a later post if not. I woke on the day afterContinue reading “Sunday”
When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…
Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, andContinue reading “When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…”
We all die
Mortality is so difficult. Even at my age. For someone who was raised to believe that “Millions Now Living Will Never Die”, my fondest hope was that I’d be one of those people. And yes, I was raised to believe that, truly. It feels like I was robbed of my immortality, to accept that IContinue reading “We all die”
Re-Birthday
I woke to a glorious morning today. Thunderstorms last night washed the humidity away and left every branch and leaf I passed with glittering morsels of light. The dew hung heavier with the raindrops that didn’t fall from leaves. A gift for my re-birthday. My eyes aren’t stained with tears this morning. Three years agoContinue reading “Re-Birthday”
From Deep Creek: Finding Hope in the High Country by Pam Houston
“Last semester, when I asked my class, as I do each quarter, how many of them had ever spent a night sleeping in the wilderness the answer was zero, and I realized for the first time in my teaching life I might be standing in front of a room full of students for whom theContinue reading “From Deep Creek: Finding Hope in the High Country by Pam Houston”
Petrichor
I wake among your roots, Turning my head to where your skin breaks the soil, Nestling my lips deeper, Gritty kisses in the morning. Biting back the gristled edges of your bark, To reach inside you, where I breathe and breathe and breathe, Pulling you into my lungs, where the silence waits, And my heartContinue reading “Petrichor”
A Burd in Flight 