Gaze long above and feel the cold air hit you from the west! You may need to go sit in the car or get another layer. (That’s okay, my wife did both.) The photo is the truth. So much else is not! Those huge rocks on the right are the backside of the Brazos Cliffs, [...]
writing life
Guess who still has her choke chain
Something deep and dark has found me. The trigger came yesterday morning when I remembered Lady the Wonder Dog (above). The locale in that photo, though probably irrelevant, is Camden, Maine in ’78 or ’79. A few years later my wife went on sabbatical, and we were set to go to Europe for six long [...]
Chunking rocks at raccoons
Sure, I’ll just gather up all the blog posts I published over the last four years of my mother’s life when she was batshit crazy and mean as hell and make a book out of them. Except that I was out of my mind then, too, which is kind of the point, so I’ve had [...]
Black-chinned hummer at the feeder yesterday
“Just write,” they tell me. “Just write.” Something wants expression and I’m the one to do it, but not for the last few weeks. Editing the soon-to-be published collection of blog posts I wrote during my mother’s final chaotic last four years on Earth precludes any letting go to be creative. It’s also like washing [...]
Yesterday, before the April snow
Something is going on. A panic has departed. My brain is working differently. There’s a qualitative difference. I don’t quite know how to tell you, but it’s like discovering this trust and now it’s got me. I think I caught it hiking on the mesa by the gorge. My father used to measure everything. There [...]
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