I have two little guinea pigs. One we bought as a replacement for a pet who passed along, in old age. The other was a gift to me, on my birthday. The first thing that happens, when I wake up in the mornings, is that I check my watch or my phone for the time,ContinueContinue reading “Mine pigs”
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We can’t have the “before”
You can’t go home again. And things will never be the way they were. Those memories will always remain The ones that painfully birthed you Into a new version of life And, standing there, you feel your fingers reach, Almost without calculated thought, Towards that life you had “before,” Elusive, though, because you can’t goContinueContinue reading “We can’t have the “before””
A toast
Here’s to a summer Like the summer Of the girl I saw A few days back, Making her way downtown (As the song goes). Maybe fourteen years old, She moved slowly down the sidewalk With a friend, both in sandals and yoga pants. They walked with enough determination That I knew there was a destinationContinueContinue reading “A toast”
Just FYI about the goodness of God
So, few years back I used attend this one church, and once a week I would sit on the steps with my friend, Tim, and I would say, “Do you know what I would like to do?” And I had all of these elaborate plans, see. Ideas and dreams about big festivals where faith andContinueContinue reading “Just FYI about the goodness of God”
On the eve of the summer solstice
Is there anything better than coming home too-late on a summer’s night because the friends were too fun and the conversations too rich and the night just-warm-enough? And is there anything better than your skin being kind of dirty from a mix of the sweat of the day and the mosquito repellent you spritzed onContinueContinue reading “On the eve of the summer solstice”
Book which has been wrecking me
It ain’t no secret that I listen to Three Dogs North. So a few ‘casts back they were like, “Blah blah blah, East of Eden, John Steinbeck.” And I was about to start a road trip so I skipped to ze library and looked for the audio version and, what do you know, lo andContinueContinue reading “Book which has been wrecking me”
If you give a girl a springtime
We should go camping. For a whole week, maybe (what luxury!)and hike everyday And do handstands on mountains And watch stars from under blankets And bring all our friends. And speaking of friends– Why, we should have them over for dinner! Fresh, spring dinner from the new produce from the local markets Soups and quichesContinueContinue reading “If you give a girl a springtime”
The Spirit of Fatality
I was at a tiny Saturday mass at my tiny little parish when the priest came up to me and asked, “How is everything going, Nell?” And I made the decision to answer honestly and authentically instead of with the socially expected and standard “well” or “fine.” I told him that there were so manyContinueContinue reading “The Spirit of Fatality”
Holy Oops
I was thinking about going dancing this evening. Vintage dancing, the classy kind, where the guys softly lead from their fingers touching my shoulder-blade, and we kick and slide to bygone tunes. I packed my vintage-style dance shoes in the front seat this morning, in case I didn’t have time to go home. I wasContinueContinue reading “Holy Oops”
On falling
I spent Holy Week in a mad rush of waiting and then bustling and then back again, for early mornings and long nights in a cavernous church that was now full of flowers and palms and then later stripped of all such frivolity and then later filled with flowers upon flowers again. The sacred prayers.ContinueContinue reading “On falling”
Seashell Nell 