The starship engine spins in winged centrifuge. The growing list of tasks in the mission multiplies its rotational speed and efficiency as the system expands tirelessly to accommodate demands. That is my brain. THiS is HIS: A white hum. The wheels dance easily between movement and stillness. Any information that streams in faster than homeostasis… Read More Time: Lessons From a Dying Brain
So you say you get a lot out of my posts. I think I’m done writing for free. See the picture? It’s at least 55 years old. My inflation calculator says that’ll be 40 cents for the counseling services on A Holistic Journey. Except you have no idea how messed up I am. (People forget… Read More I Should Start Charging
Yana’s hard to miss. She was born with achondroplasia. In her late twenties, she’s four foot six inches tall, and she’s undergone ten operations to lengthen her arm and leg bones. “Everybody always looks at me,” she mused. “But never for the reasons I want.” “Everybody I know,” I said, “especially the performers, has such… Read More Why Are You Looking At Me?
I want to file an official complaint as a subscriber to the Holistic Wayfarer for going MIA on us. (Completely forgetting she’s been out week after week with his son while keeping the lessons going.) You need to blog again, be reminded there are good people all over the world. They want to hear from… Read More When My Blog Died
orange roses the aisle full of song white roses the bath full of reverie petals crush under our weight and i smell like roses. Write your own here.
After going through my posts on the writing process, blogger Kevin commented that I seem to “write with intent rather than for ‘mere’ expression.” A lot of his poetry arose from the fun of it and the wish to express himself in a particular way. He also asked if I always analyze what I read, if… Read More Calling All Artists, Thinkers, Writers
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
How do I miss thee? Gasp! Let me count the ways. I miss thee to the deep, the space, and skies My soul can reach as I strain for my prize, For the ends of thought and ideal phrasings. I love thee with the ease of every day’s vernacular In most quiet need to velvet… Read More Ode To My Blog
I noticed something about the colors of the words that streamed from my head when I started blogging two years ago. The spectrum had many light, bright hues. Looking back at the single young woman from this side of time, I was a little startled at the levity in the beloved writing that I had… Read More The Writing Process: Color
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