The best time to write, to tap into my heart happens early in the mornings just before human activity emerges. Darkness pierced by yellow street lamps dissolves into a humid gray as the sounds from flowing rain waters confirms the summer storms had lashed out during REM sleep. It was not within my imagination during a cold nightmare that lightning cracked and thunder shook just beyond my windows. There is a calmness from watching moisture drip from the shadows of swaying oak Continue Reading
A Welsh 5-Mile Bubble
My Welsh friends are living within a 5-mile radius in Wales. Stephen King could not imagine their reality. The government mandated this 5-mile radius to stop Covid-19 from spreading. (I wonder if anyone gets the “Hey nineteen, that’s Retha Franklin”? A Steely Dan reference… any who…) As Madeline Kahn’s character in Blazing Saddles said, “it’s twue, it's twue.” A movie that in our current societal collective climate could never, ever, be produced again. We can no longer poke fun at Continue Reading
I Love My Sister
I’m lucky, I can write out strings of sentences to express my feelings. If this pandemic, riots, protests and social unrest have taught me anything, it is that self-care is hard. I think as a society we seem to just deaden feelings. Kill the pain. As the Polish proverb, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Shun the universe, it is easy to not feel. I suspect many have similar feelings living through this bizarre time. Right? I’m lucky. There is this one person on planet earth… she's had Continue Reading
Triggered
I looked up the definition. Triggered. It is a strange experience to read a textbook definition and realize the words on the page define you. As if I were a vapid child blundering into an active wasp’s nest, you have not a clue that those stings, those barbs, leave behind a lifetime of a slow release venom from the oozing puncture wound. The red swelling had instantly expanded in all directions from the center across the soft skin like a lustful nuclear blast. Eventually, Continue Reading
Love You, My Friend
When moved I create free-formed poems. This is a short 1 minute read... I know the last months and days have shot my anxiety level up into deep space. I tend to get a bit mean and nasty which is not helpful. I am gifted at self-sabotage. I thought this morning what if we could all go back in time and be an innocent child? Thus the photo - that is me from about eight years of age. Check out my bowl cut, innocent face and curious eyes… # Love You, My Friend I would open my heart, Continue Reading
I Will Say Her Name
I wrote this for me and for others that understand what tragedy and loss feel like. Which is everybody? Right? Perhaps, I am triggered after talking with a business friend yesterday that experienced the death of two close family members from the current pandemic. Yes, they each had underlying health problems, but the virus pushed them over the edge. In fact, his uncle understood the virus was about to take his life, so he called his daughter, and said goodbye. He died the next day. He Continue Reading
Making Pizza
Before and after photos... I made the dough from scratch. I let it rise. I have bags of dough in the freezer. I chopped up all the veggies that I bought at a grocery store. I used Newman’s Own marinara sauce. I buy it because of the not for profit and philanthropic philosophy.I’ll quote from a song by The Band, “take what you need and leave the rest.” I never buy more than I need. Thank you to farmers, truck drivers, and those endlessly stocking the grocery store shelves. And I hope we all have Continue Reading
Paper Towels
Paper towels? The grocery store shelves stocked with plentiful paper towels. It was an odd experience since my last sojourn into the grocery store, dutifully wearing my charcoal filtered mask from when the paper product aisle appeared like abandoned metal. The toilet paper section still barren and cold. But brave stocking clerks were getting ahead of customer need. I know it. I feel it. The daily things assumed to be plentiful - no longer, the once ignored clerk, the truck driver, the Continue Reading
Dr. Birx & Random Thoughts
On December 28th, 2020, I hope to turn 55 years of age. I hope.I have hope. The hope I have gives me joy. Several years ago, for a variety of reasons, I took time to self-examine my thinking and my life journey.I’d like to share some of my observations from being self-isolated from humanity. 1. My body is closer to dying than away from my birthdate. It is simple math and benchmarking. I do rituals like eating a healthy diet, stay hydrated, keep my weight managed and exercise daily. I try to keep Continue Reading
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