When I was a little girl, not yet two years old, my parents bought me a baby doll. I still have the doll, almost thirty years later. Her name is "Baby Glory." She has a soft, stuffed body, and plastic molded head and feet and hands. Her mouth is open, perfect for "feeding" when you're aContinue reading "Blue eyes and #BlackLivesMatter. Post #1."
Biking these streets
Quotes: Her feelings on the summertime. Mom: "I could live outside. I really could. On this park bench." We see a bunch of folks playing PokemonGO. I explain the game to her. Honestly, we've seen 20+ people now. Including some in the cemetery we rode to visit. Mom: "How did all these kids learn aboutContinue reading "Biking these streets"
Working on a Play
Things I need to do this weekend: 1. Edit 2 spoken word pieces 2. Plan a set design with my brother 3. Go shopping/ scrounging for props 4. Find 2 new actresses for a few who can no longer participate 5. Plan a week of rehearsals Things I have delegated to other people: 1. ReservingContinue reading "Working on a Play"
Lists on lists on lists on lists
Things I ate for dinner: 1. Corn chips 2. Hummus 3. Garlic dip 4. Watermelon 5. Baby carrots I tried. Things I watched today that are worth sharing: 1. This clip about how Stephen Colbert found his wife. Literally precious. And, generally speaking, I don't have a lot of romantic in mine heart. Things thatContinue reading "Lists on lists on lists on lists"
Journey on
The early morning air of these summer days beckons me to adventure, adventure, adventure. It whispers to me about early morning hikes over mountains and through the pines... Or early city-smells on new roads, with fresh cheese and fruit bought from shops where sometimes they speak your language and, sometimes, they don't. And I'm thirstyContinue reading "Journey on"
Summahtiiiiime
And the living is eeeeeeeeeeeeea-say. Honestly, though. I woke up yesterday and turned on the song "In the Good Old Summertime" right away. Sundays, man. Sundays in the summer. And mass was perfect. It was just everything. Every, every, everything. Father Patrick was on fire, and the band was beautiful, and there I was, tryingContinue reading "Summahtiiiiime"
Here I am.
Where I am: I want to write so badly. I want to say really meaningful and touching things and then people can read them and be, hopefully, somehow think deeper thoughts that they would otherwise. Alas. What a week it has been. Late nights, early mornings. I have no more thoughts, and little bits ofContinue reading "Here I am."
A Summer Break
I once read, in a textbook for some course in a Gen Ed requirement, that the nicotine addiction functions differently than many drugs/ stimulants/ addictions. For most stimulants, folks who partake experience a form of "high" that they always, always yearn to reach again. The book (and, obviously, this is only one professional opinion, andContinue reading "A Summer Break"
Life update: play now cast
Here's the beautiful thing about summer: every day is like a million days in one. And the sunlight gives me energy to go and go and go, and so I do a million things, barely stopping to eat sometimes. (Other times I eat a lot, though). I feel like I haven't updated in a millionContinue reading "Life update: play now cast"
There is going to be a play
My mom said, just now, "Good night." And I said, "I'm going to bed, too, just after I write something." And she sighed and said, "Don't burn yourself out." And that's kind of a goal of mine, too, even though I also want to do EVERYTHING EVER. There's a million thangs I've haven't done...but justContinue reading "There is going to be a play"
Seashell Nell 