SoCS: Going Somewhere

Abruptly, as I begin this verse, and slowly, as it frames the page, It sits beautifully. The expression of words curve delicately into a prompt. Prompts are delightfully fun and quirky and thought-provoking. Yet, truthfully, a prompt can instill the cold, clammy sweat of writer’s block. I calmly think of what to say, what to do next. Oh my. This should be wickedly fun, not wearily woesome. I absolutely must act briskly and quickly to spin a yarn For I shall be somewhereRead more

SoCS: Oh, the Million Things!

Straining to feel spring Restraining from vulgar sighing Straining to find calm on the job Restraining from deadline stress Straining to finish a good book Restraining from adding another to the list Straining to people-connect Restraining from silent solitude Straining from the edible desires Restraining with duct tape Straining to attend the gym Restraining from giving up the fight Straining for daily gratitude Restraining from divisive politics Straining to find the written word Restraining from not letting that go StrainingRead more

The Stream of Whatever

One thousand, five hundred and sixty-five. That’s how many blog-related emails were waiting in Outlook on May 5th. The Fourth could no longer be with me or help. I deleted them all. Yes, I did that. There’s no way I could attend to one thousand, five hundred and sixty-five emails. Sorry blogger buddies, don’t take this personally. I’ve been gone Monday through Thursday the last two weeks. The weekends have flown by. I’ve been packing, unpacking, doing laundry, re-packing, eatingRead more

Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead more

His Momma Left Him

“To me, country music tells a story about, and deals with, the way people live their lives and what they do.” ~Randy Travis~ I’m not a huge fan of country music. I cherry-pick at it, depending on the lyrics and music. Sometimes I do country music simply because Keith Urban is on the TV with a guitar. That being said, blogging friend Dan over at No Facilities loves country music and decided it applies to cats as well as people.Read more

Gravy Goes With Everything

My earliest memory of Pauline was of her standing on top of a chair, screaming as a mouse ran across the floor. This would not have been the usual, stoic, keep-it-together mom that was obvious to me later in life. I do not remember other episodes of this woman being hysterical, losing it to furry critters or when life was a bit topsy-turvey. I seldom saw my mother sweat, but perhaps growing up the youngest girl in a family ofRead more

SoCS: Lips and Gremlins

It’s been one of those weeks. Blipping tiring and frustrating. Mostly work related with a bit of messed-up weather. The Elevator Story I was out of town for a couple days this week, at a business meeting in Madison. One of my peers had been bemoaning the fact that “the gremlins” were after her all day Monday. Anything that could go wrong, went wrong. I sat next to her during the Tuesday portion of the meeting. At about 4:00 pm,Read more

Identity: What Did I Miss?

I’m staring at the ID card I’ve had for several years. This card tells everyone Mary is a permanent employee for a state government agency and assigns an ID number. It also contains one of the few ID or driver’s license photos in which I don’t appear to have woken from a two-day drunk. ID stands for “identity,” but you wouldn’t learn much about me from the plastic rectangle that is clipped to a piece of wardrobe Monday through Friday.Read more

I’m a Lettuce Leaf

“You are what you eat.” ~Victor Lindlahr~ This quote was preceded by “Ninety per cent of the diseases known to man are caused by cheap foodstuffs,” in a 1923 advertisement for beef. However, Victor was probably not the first to say this familiar line, or a version of it, in the history of humanity. Anthelme Brillat-Savarin wrote, “Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are,” in 1826. In an essay titled Concerning Spiritualism and Materialism, 1863/4,Read more

Between the Cotton Sheets

Her muffled, fearful yelp woke him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as his hand fell softly across the ivory of her shoulder. “Did you have a nightmare?” “Yes, it was awful. I was living in a house with snakes.” “Really? That sounds incredibly creepy.” Margo rolled over onto her right side, toward her love, the angst of a slithery dream still fresh on her face. “It was so weird, as if living with snakes was normal. They were everywhere –Read more

#WATWB: Kindness by Accident

“When you see someone doing the wrong thing, you need to do the right thing.” ~Ziarra Griffin~ When an 11 year old witnessed a hit-and-run, it would have been easiest to walk away. But that’s not Ziarra Griffin, who Andrew Sipowicz will “remember for the rest of my life.” “The piece of art that put Ziarra Griffin on national television was drawn on a whim in the back seat of her mother’s SUV. It happened a few weeks ago onRead more

Finding the Bathroom

I am this. The sullen smog from Jimi’s rock and roll guitar. The faithful mist of a a royal prince. The reddened azure of water’s vapor. I am not a sissy pastel, nor the good-for-nothing child of black and white. My soul is the first breath of spring’s vibrant columbine. My heart is filled with the liquid of amethyst jewels. I embrace the grandiose swirls in the sky of a rising day. Never will I be boring khaki pants, norRead more