When I was just myself, not latched onto and not stalking my own breath, I was not aware of how much I could unfold and conform the male race to my recesses… >> Read more My poems in The Writing Disorder, a literary journal that features award-winning writers, poets, and artists: Happiness Stillborn My Breasts… Read More Happiness
It was an introductory class in the marketing of websites under a company I was with in 2003. Relatively new to Southern California, I drove beyond the comfort zone of my city past the county line to train with the specialist. Tall and thin, the man looked to be in his 30s and welcomed his… Read More #MeToo, Sex, and the Arts
1. Develop amnesia. Find some way to forget what he did. Or (again) didn’t do. Go without sleep or spin 50 times to reduce cognitive faculty. Stick a finger in the socket. 2. If biting your tongue hurts too much, pop some chocolate. Sure, every time. 3. Lie. Tell yourself he’s listening. The short-lived delusion… Read More Secrets to a Happy Marriage: For Women
By the second week I learned that Texans sweat as much as the French, and swear even more, that you couldn’t fight one twin without taking on the other. But the librarian would slip me the choicest donated fiction, and I played baseball every day in the vacant lot until sundown called the players home to black… Read More Bonjour, Texas: Summer 1966
Mr: So if I start blogging would you proof my posts and promote my site? Mrs: *Disbelief* You gotta build your own readership. Mr: Hey, being married to the Holistic Wayfarer must come with benefits. I provide the house you live in. Mrs: I gave you Tennyson. *Wild card never fails* Mr: I contributed half.… Read More Ruthless Blogger
Sorry. Have no photos, people. Mrs: If I die, you’ll marry someone nicer than me. But dumber. Mr: This is true. I’ve had enough of smart wives. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mr: (Caressing wife) Honey, can you…talk 20% less? Mrs: ????!!
The one thing she wasn’t known for was a beautiful face but people – men in particular – were arrested by her presence, charisma, eloquence, and intellect. Cleopatra was captivating with a beauty only she could claim. What is the greatest compliment you have received as a woman or paid one? Though I have never… Read More The Woman You Praised
Mr: Honey, your playing was beautiful. I was reminded as to why I married you. Mrs: You need reminders, huh? Mr: Yep. Mrs: Gotta blog that. Boy: Blog it! Blog it! Blog it! Apr 11, 2015
When a sentence was not halfway out of my mouth this particular morning, Mr. Wayfarer’s phone beeped. As I continued talking, I saw I’d been trumped by Text Almighty and the dialogue had turned into a soliloquy. I got mad at the ready disregard for my words, at Husband’s adulterous adoration of his phone. I… Read More Not Getting Through Husband
His: Korean Food, home-cooked (BAH! Do you know how time-consuming it is?) Hers: Completing To-Do List (cheerfully) His: Touch (Bah! Just Bah!) Hers: Eye contact, full attention. Turn off A.D.D. (Touch not necessary.) His: Live piano music (Well, all right. I do miss playing.) Hers: Time. To. Write.
A Holistic Journey 