Talking to you…Rabbit Hole 5/2/22

I was sitting here, in my partially comfy hospital recliner. Half awake and half in a drugged out Benadryl stupor when a woman’s voice came over the loud speaker for the whole hospital to hear. It sounded very scripted and “robot-esque”. Can you hear it? “FIRST RESPONDERS - MEDICAL EMERGENCY - CLINIC - FIRST FLOOR … Continue reading Talking to you…Rabbit Hole 5/2/22

Talking to you…2/17/22

PARTS AND PIECES No Manual, No Mother Hi mom. Wow, those words. I’ve never written them together. Now I can’t see through my eyes, darn it. I read things. And lately, I’ve happened upon a handful that make me stop, maybe shed a tear or two, but mostly just think. Think about the life I’ve … Continue reading Talking to you…2/17/22

Talking to you…Her 70th Birthday 1/25/22

This year we acknowledged my mom’s birthday. It would have been a big one - 70! We did it with food and no words, but the food was good and comfortable like her. I felt indifferent. I wasn’t sure about bringing others into this with me, but last year felt oddly insufficient and I wanted … Continue reading Talking to you…Her 70th Birthday 1/25/22

Talking to you…10/27/21

PARTS AND PIECES Sabbatical House There was this house we lived in, and it was the only house we lived in I always felt like a visitor. The sabbatical house, where nothing was really ours. The furry white rug I rolled around on, the oversized bean bags in the basement (I might have popped). The … Continue reading Talking to you…10/27/21

Talking to you…The Capitol is Watching 7/28/21

This Olympics has me thinking (uh-oh). What a horribly sad, humiliating, eye opening, real, show of strength embodied by Simone Biles. Yeah, hold on, I know everyone’s talking about it, and it already seems almost old. But this, this thing she’s done is unheard of. Athletes don’t just train their a$$es off day in and … Continue reading Talking to you…The Capitol is Watching 7/28/21

Talking to you…2/9/21

PARTS AND PIECES The Call That night rolled around in my head like one of those marble maze games for many years clinking up against dead ends and weaving its way through my everyday experiences. Should this even be a secret? Well, it’s not anymore. My flashback always begins at the Study Center on campus. I … Continue reading Talking to you…2/9/21

Talking to you…10/13/20

PARTS AND PIECES Image The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the summer used to hold me hostage. There was an oversized rectangular concrete slab children climbed upon to tug and pull at their sticky bathing suits, while watching themselves in an equally large reflective piece of cloudy glass hanging on the wall. When it … Continue reading Talking to you…10/13/20

Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20

I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20

Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20

I just realized, yeah that’s right, exactly right now. It’s not about what my mom wants anymore Actually, that should have stopped along time ago I have been trying to be the person I thought she wanted me to be My entire life. I wanted her to be proud I tried to live up to … Continue reading Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20

Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20

I am no writer, but I write. I write and I write, I spill every morsel for something, for some reason, for someone. There is nothing that’s stopping me or making me continue. I’ve tapped into something that makes no sense. But still, I listen, and I do. At this point, organized thoughts bring me … Continue reading Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20