More than just an ordinary dog, Max is my buddy, my pooch, my every dog all in one. So when Trig said he wanted to go camping, my brain wailed "but what about my dog???" I was mortified, now what? I had no one left at home to watch him while I went traipsing about Nowhere Kansas. Ugh. My aging, over-sized, and arthritic dog would need to accompany us, me, or else. So began the mental gymnastics while I wrestled with this new problem.
Ok Ok Ok, let me think! I know! I'll get one of…Continue
The house is familar. I've been here before- comfortable in the odd setting.
I can almost picture the outside in my mind but it evades me at the same time. An odd cul-de-sac, the house with it's tudor roof style, at once interesting yet strangely haunting. Inside, dark wood, old, at least 100 years or more. Polished maple stairs lead up to a room but when I look to the left I see windows into another room.
The furniture is moving itself, stacking up and re-arranging.…Continue
Save the money and turn off the air
stuffy stale stifling
CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
open wallet, turn on air
clap off clap on the clapper
open window 3:30 in the morning
a little "poof" in the face
the killer pollen strikes
The wall hard and cold pressed into her back
acrid smoke wisping through air
moment to herself
mind swirling like the smoke
You can never truly have me
As the clock ticks down to some yet unknown date, this date being the date when I can list and sell this house I'm living in.
Yea, that date...
And yes, there is sufficient work to be done prior.
Sorting, organizing, liquidating...
Windows washed, several rooms painted, carpet shampooed...
I decided my action plan would be to attack one room at a time. Some rooms will be easy, while others will be hard for various reasons. My mom's bedroom…Continue
I’m not sure why, but whenever I’ve missed my grandma I always picture her hands. I’ve always thought there was something poetic about them. How those knobby, speckled, arthritic things could move with such grace. The soft, paper-thin skin stretched over bone that could deliver such comfort. They seemed to be the medium from which she poured so much inspiration, teachings, and love into me. She passed on so much through those hands; I know I won’t get by long without being…Continue
So many thoughts run though my mind, some in sentence fragments and others that defy words. What do we do with those thoughts we can't organize into words? There is a randomness that defies.
My mom passed less than a month ago, I thought I had time. Time to figure it out, time to take care of her, time to burn, time to spare. But still death ripped her from me. I couldn't protect her when complications from a bump on the head would take her life.
My cousin's wife Marjory, who…Continue