Category Archives: REALITY

A snowy winter, and an unusally cold one.  Yet the birds know that tomorrow’s Spring.  They’re building nests, and all is gone from Jim’s last haircut that I dusted out the back door; I’m sure it has been used as … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I probably shouldn’t even be starting this yet, but had to get some thoughts down that have been circulating within for a while and are slowly coming together from different directions to create some interesting possibilities. I believe that on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Need to get some work done in the shop today, and for that I depend upon Willie, Waylon and Emmylou to set the mood.  I haven’t had them playing in here in months–they distract me from writing; but upon occasion … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There is a learned strength within our family, one that may be hard to understand for those without.  A teardrop doesn’t count unless it has fallen, if practiced will can keep it balanced on fragile lashes till it dries.  There … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Going back to yesterday, another odd twist.  I’m on the phone with Nancy, and I hear the garage door open; Jim was supposed to go straight to Goshen, not come home first.  Knocking on the door, then it opens and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today did not start well; started early, but not well.  El esposo woke me up, I made his lunch, sent him off, sat down at the computer, worked for about half an hour and then noticed the time:  4:49 a.m.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Two things in life can get me throwing things at walls.  The first, I’ve mentioned before, is the Chinese Descending Computer Chair.  The other is the snowplows going by at fifty mph spraying all the sand they laid down for … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Been up since four a.m.  Playing with fonts, pages, editing words.  Fun stuff.  Twisting, growing, trimming, styling, coloring.  It is a malleable stubborn child.  Let’s see if it grows up to be a literary journal. Continue reading →

I have been driving around for a week with a disassembled Christmas tree in my car.  Underneath it are pots and pans, a cake-tester, some tins of nails, a quilted tablecloth and a matching runner I made years ago, along … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Unhappy friend.  My own mood brightens necessarily because of need.  I shall make tortillas with all the trimmings, and practice up my Buster Brown rendition.  We’ll go and eat with him, stare in each others’ eyes and laugh around the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Caller I.D. removes some of the wasted time, but curiousity sometimes gets the better of me and I answer it. "Hello?"  No answer.  I know then that this is a solicitation call.  But, in for a penny, in for a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

First the birds; a cardinal chirping outside my shop all day.  Beautiful music to work by. On my way in to class tonight, drove behind a Mini-Cooper (love ’em, but they’re too much money for what they are) in a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A house doesn’t die fast and easy, if it’s truly a home.  It is a death watch and like waiting for cancer to eat away dishes and curtains and much used tools.  Recipes written in her hand, house notes written … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Mood goes up from 0 to 10 on a phone call.  A diffused bomb that threatened a family relationship.  Lord, help us all with the power of words and understanding. Continue reading →

Friend Neha should be wheeling across Pennsylvania right now, coming home from Seton Hill for spring break.  It would be nicer, I suppose, if Tunxis and SH could get their scheduled breaks more in sync, but then again, I’m sure … Continue reading → Continue reading →