It's like a bad dream, a dream of slowly slipping into the abyss inside a frictionless bowl. The Criminal Element is taking over. Smarter, stronger, more confident of our sheepish retreat than ever; they're starting to find out: our…
Close to the end
the sky turns turquoise blue
close to the end of summer
the flesh turns ripe to chew
close to the end of summer
what nuts are left but few…Continue
September 11, 2012 8:09 AM This is a re-post of a story that I wrote 10 years ago. It is on OS today and was published last year. Thanks for reading it again or for the first time. We all have our own memories about 9/11/01. This is mine.
September 11th is our wedding anniversary. We enjoy taking a trip every year as a gift to ourselves. And so on September 7th 2001, my husband and I left Logan Airport with our friends, Richard and Dorothy. We arrived at …Continue
Drive by a Chicago Public School this morning and you’ll hear the car honking show of support for the approximately 25,000 teachers of the 3rd largest school system in the country now walking the picket lines on strike.
Look closer and you might see a child having to cross that…Continue
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...was getting tickets to Cirque du Soleil.
My daughter L ordered them weeks ago. Was told they'd be sent out Real Soon Now.
When time was growing short and they weren't appearing, L emailed and phoned, leaving messages with machines...who didn't deign to reply.
Two days before the performance, for which we were traveling to Toronto, train and hotel easily booked with print-outs for confirmation, she finally got thru to someone. "You have a box number - UPS…Continue
It was time to get our daughter to school. She was about 8 years old and her dad was going to drive her to the school that morning. Her twin brothers where at middle school already. Sitting on the couch I was brushing her hair and putting in a ribbon. Her dad was patiently waiting. The television was on as it normally was to the morning news show in New York. It was not long before the plane hit the first tower. Almost instantly it was being viewed across the nation and in this little room,…Continue
When I decided to compile these stories into a book, it was with this thought in mind. I envisioned that some day a grandchild or great-grandchild would read it and cherish it as one of the best gifts he/she could have ever received. A little piece of my immortality will live on through these words. I can hear them laughing now about the "olden days", when Grandma was here.
Introducing: My first book of short…Continue
The Morning After: I woke up fully clothed in Steve Andrews’ monster king size bed with a splitting headache and a tarantula sitting on my tongue. Steve was passed out with one shoe on, one shoe off and one leg hanging off the far side of the bed. He mumbled something incoherent…Continue
This is the second time Mecum has been through Dallas but I couldn't make the initial go around so this was my first swim through. Velocity Channel carries live streams or replays of their auctions Monday through Friday. That has made me pretty familiar with the auction house but curious as to what a live event would be like. How close could I get to the cars?…Continue
The big question in this year’s Presidential election is: Are you better off than you were four years ago? To which I answer: Hell, yeah! However, my answer has nothing to do with politics.
Four years ago – September 2, 2008, to be exact – I uploaded my first blog post to a site called Open Salon. That decision changed my life. Participating in OS has not only made me a much better writer, it has rewarded me with an amazing collection of real-life friends. Interacting with so…Continue
I recently read at a poetry event. I read one piece which I wont post in full here as it is to be part of a poetry publication that prefers I not post it elsewhere. The poem was homage to Charles Bukowski and contained the line:
he wrote poems about darkened hallways
and the murder men do
making words like fuck and…
Today, I finished a deck project for a Mexican family. Yes, these people that 'came here to steal our jobs' hired my old Caucasian butt, and rarely, if ever, have I had a more pleasurable work experience!
The kicker was, I had to hire Juan as my helper, partially to defer his expense, but more importantly to him I think . . he wanted to learn what I know.
As we worked together and during break times when we ate and talked, I made a point of learning his, and…Continue
I had an epiphany today. Those things you love to do, that feed your soul?…Continue
My daughter goes to a “good school”. This I’ve been told from her daycare provider who does me the invaluable service of taking her to and from Pre-K so I can maintain my normal work day. I don’t doubt her assessment, most new schools attract the better faculty options of the area—something about wanting to leave your mark on a “blank canvas” of a young institution.
The elementary sits only a mile and a half from my house, but I didn’t know where it was until I traveled to the wrong…Continue
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This was the unveiling of a picture I bought on a foray north, sent south to Anna's in Sydney.
Me, Mark, Anna, pic by Chicago Steve, who was with Mark & I when I bought it.
Tommy ( the Artist ) says : This is my grandfather's country. That snake, Wungkul, he bin stop at all…Continue
Greg Correll is dissecting a life-chronicle of the debilitating effects of his Parkinson’s Disease. He does it in brilliant fashion. Forming a picture of his active mind, he takes us into the synaptic…Continue
My mother-in-law turned 86 this past week and, as we do every year, we drove back to Arkansas to be there for the occasion. The week was a mixed bag; a blend of penance and remembrance.
I know that there are the Betty Whites and George Burns of the world, but Sue is not one of them. At 86 she is blind from macular degeneration, on a walker, bent over from osteoporosis, and lives in a secure, clean, rent controlled apartment building for the elderly. She is able to afford a…Continue
Humor is so subjective. People used to think I was funny. Then I wrote this damn book.
Suddenly I'm not funny anymore.
I've had people start reading the book in front of me, while I'm standing there, which makes me uncomfortable, but I feel awkward saying, "Don't read it NOW! I'm right here!" So they start reading it, and they laugh.
This is true.
This is good.
I want people to laugh. All I want to do is entertain people.
But people who haven't read…Continue
Send me out into another life
lord because this one is growing faint
I do not think it goes all the way.
I am lighting the candle. Again. That little flicker of hope. Life. Promise. There is more to come. I hold my candle high so others can see it. It may flicker in the wind. Go out at times. I have plenty of matches. Boxes and boxes full. I will light them and light them and light them until my candle…Continue
I used to tell myself after my small son died that there had to be a purpose, there must be a higher purpose for a child so young to die.
I convinced myself, in a way, that maybe all he had left in the loop of time to serve on this heavenly body was to touch, to make an impact on a family, or one person, to change how even one person saw themselves, saw…Continue