Category Archives: REALITY

One of those strange who am I?, where am I?, am I at all? nights. Don’t know how, but got hooked on Rock Star: Supernova for the past few weeks.  Tonight, in a few minutes likely, the winner will be … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Three times today I’ve backed my way out of comment blocks.  Confidence in what I had to say falling away into a dimness, like the day into the dusk. And too, in what’s been said.  I pack the words in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Watching its approach, feeling inside me the black clouds tumbling over one another as they build into a solid black mass of turmoil.  Rumbling low and then closer, louder, with exclamations of lightning streaks to punctuate its dark anger.  I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Dark and every shade of grey in pillows and wrinkled sheets, tumbling eastward.  They feel just like my insides and I try to find their heart. Fourteen skeins of yarn from Alice, my husband’s mother, gone now twenty years.  Cleaning … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The owl on the left is something I made in clay class (I never really got going on the wheel, ending up with half-inch thick, short bowls out of both the frustrataing experience of trying to build them higher and … Continue reading →

A phone call at eleven a.m. from a couple friends from Massachusetts: Let’s get together tonight.  Sure, I say, how about our house?  I have lasagne made the other night with just two pieces missing, and a garden full of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Can’t write.  Can’t read.  Framed a lot.  Thought a lot.  Red sky at morning, take warning.

Well here it is, the end of August, and with it goes all of summer’s dreams.  September starts a season of falling leaves, of things let go that held such promise and kept the heart and hope alive.  Raking up … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Four days.  Can’t take the sad sound of rain no more. Continue reading →

Red Tailed Hawk hunting the space beneath the chokecherry trees.  A squeak; he has picked out his supper. The hummingbirds nervous at the feeder; sip and seek, sip and seek, sip and seek the fleet shadow that’s kept them away … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Overcast grey clouded sky, puckered as silk pressed by an iron too hot.  Hawk swoops silently through the backyard looking for something that’s not looking for him.  And the hummingbirds on a sugar-high fighting over the feeder.  Natural instinct: territorial … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Let me start the day off at this point and slowly progress to the sublime. It is the monthly battle of who has the guts to throw the old toothpaste tube away.  My husband has clearly cheated–notice the dent in … Continue reading →