Sunday morning "deliciosity"--homemade buttermilk biscuits, sausage patties and grape jelly. You can make 4 for about half of what a sausage biscuit costs at a fast food place in about 20 minutes.
That's the Cheap Bastid Way: Eat Good. Eat Cheap. Be Grateful!
beneath fragile wings
as daylight thinned
into end rancid
downward to slick seas
to dampened spirit
gentle hands grasped
her knees, she sat
deeply breathe - the day
wears heels that click behind eyes;
hot nights remember…
by winds what peeled burgundy-
last spring's leaves from trees.
yesterday holds its
breath with fragrance of petals
turned like fine pages…
golden at the edges.
originally published August 11, 2012 on Open Salon
I've heard and read a lot of things about guns lately, particularly in the aftermath of Aurora. On one side are people talking about how on Earth assault weapons became relegalized. On the other are people who say that if there were citizens carrying legally in that theater, it would have been over a lot faster and with fewer people shot.
I may be a liberal who has never thought…
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"A change of age is upon us." That's what he told me. He was referring to the weather. Our Sun may be completing a 100,000 solar year cycle (as recorded in the Arctic ice core data). What if the change is about more than that though?
Hesiod's Works and Days depicted 5 ages of man; Golden, Silver, Bronze, Heroic, and Iron. In each of these ages, quality of life was expected to decline from the last. Of the present, or Iron Age, he said, " Strength will be right and reverence will cease…
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Many years ago, I had my dream job, the job that I set out to get in high school, the job I went to college and graduate school for. BFA, MFA. Just imagine what colorful swear words those esteemed letters could stand for!
I was working on the artistic staff of a professional resident theatre. We had a 13-play, year-round season with professional actors, directors, and designers that had an audience of about 50,000 people a year. I worked identifying and developing new plays and ran…Continue
Spider Dream: There she was as if she hadn’t moved at all over the last six or seven years. All fat, yellow and black and…Continue
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I'm going off the topic of my eating disorder today. I know, I know. You're all devastated as you wait by your computers with baited breath so you can learn the next part of my story. Soon. I promise.
I was talking with one of my brothers the other night. My family had gone to a fundraiser on the 29th and I imbibed a little too much to make the drive back to the city (damn Jameson). So I walked to my brother's place with him and his kids. I fell asleep for a bit and when I woke, my…Continue
After my daughter was gone I had my son left. He decided that he was 18 and he wanted to return to New York he had graduated High School and thats was all I wanted him to do and he did it fighting all the way but it was done.
He left a week after his sister and I had two more days before I voluntarily vacated the apartment. It was the most loneliest I had felt in a long time, I did not know what to expect of what was coming…Continue
A few weeks ago after making some fifty tiresome and stressful phone calls, I finally found a psychiatrist who would evaluate my daughter. The mistake I had made in placing these calls was that I relayed to the receptionists that my daughter had autism. After being told repeatedly that the doctors don't treat autism (a concept I still don't quite understand), I obtained an…Continue
I have walked by people who have been without a home on the street and felt bad for them and would offer up a dollar if I had it. I never ever imagined that that would and could be me, a few weeks ago my nightmare came true as I had to leave my apartment because I could no longer afford it.
I knew it was coming and I did what I could before I no longer had a mailing address. My daughter who I have custody of went back to New York City to visit her mom and other family and when I took…Continue
A right-fighter is someone who struggles to win arguments, even if they doubt their own view. A right-fighter is someone who gets overly emotional or angry when people do not agree with them and their opinions or beliefs. A right-fighter is someone who insists on having the last word in an argument or refuses to back down no matter what.—Dr. Shawn Byler, Ph.R.D. in Psychology*
As my online family grappled with a…Continue
Congratulations on your monumental achievement. That gold medal hanging around your tiny neck is your reward for your hard work and your great sacrifices. Most of us here back home are bursting with pride, as if we did something other than cheer you on.
You probably haven’t had much time to notice, but the vultures in America have wasted no time trying to knock you off that vaunted pedestal. It’s the American way or so it seems.
You are aware of…Continue
You can tell me things you’ll never tell your mother, have a beer even though you’ve got a few years until you’re 21. At my house, you can do whatever you want.
I’ll give you a key to my house, some transit tokens and money for lunch. I’ll give you a map of the city and I’ll tell you where to find the gayborhood, the fanciest neighborhood, and the coolest stores on South Street.
You can come and go as you please, but you’ll want to hang out with me some. I’ll show you the art…Continue
Northern Hesse c. 700 AD
He must have been just as odd, cocky, outspoken, a bit mad, as any of their priests. Cut down…Continue
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She gazed down at the tattoo of the devil that graced her calf. It would serve as a reminder that sometimes we are born into so much heartache that there is no escaping it. It can dictate our lives, pulling us down into the black spiral of emptiness and despair. She hadn't had much control over the series of events that made up her past. There was always someone stronger, more powerful, calling all the shots.
She took the devil from her shoulder and placed it below her where it…
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Somewhere out there is the rest of me
waiting for me to regroup
The rolling process I call my life
in its never ending bloom
In over abundance
Are my hopes and dreams
I realize its time to make them be
I can hear it calling
a force that never lets me down
I can feel it pouring
over and inside me
I hold the promises
and do not
"explain" my domestic situation
to those outside this house.
Even I do not understand it.
When folks think of the Olympics, it doesn't neccesarily dredge up pictures of squat housewives and their broods. But said mothers have dreams,too. Yes. We dream of two things: Actually getting a full night of restful sleep, and/or turning a night's worth of sleepless beatings from comatose children into something filled with glory..........and cash prizes.
We can all dream, can't we?
THIS IS A LIE! This photo does…Continue