What is the most powerful sentence in existence?
(a sneak peek from my upcoming -- though probably delayed past my original date; still hopefully by year's end! -- second poetry collection...all rights mine, etc.) "Samhain" When they ask me why -- Why I stand at the Veil, Why I wait, listening, soul-stretched, The first fervent words burn my tongue And are swallowed, Word-runes … Continue reading Samhain Snippet
I was going to write about this topic even before the despicable events of Charlottesville, VA. Now it feels even more timely and relevant. I freak out about spiders and jellyfish, but my greatest fear has nothing to do with creepy-crawlies or stinging sea critters. I call it "Born-raised-lived-died." Born-raised-lived-died is the unfortunate tendency, easily … Continue reading Born-Raised-Lived-Died: My Greatest Fear
By request, for a few relatives and friends who were unable to be at the funeral today -- the eulogy I gave before the long-winded reverend took over and talked about Waterloo and other things (yeahh...). I haven't tried to speak in public since I was ten years old (and it didn't go well then). … Continue reading And Then it Becomes Real
I just spent a month in Germany, 100% courtesy of my in-laws (who currently reside there). Now I am back in Texas, scrambling to prepare my kids for the new school year. I'm sure there will be multiple posts in the not-too-distant future about that trip. It was wonderful. We traveled near and far within … Continue reading Slaking the Wanderlust
Today is the first official day of spring. Blessed Alban Eilir (or Ostara, or Spring Equinox if you prefer). I've returned from my little hiatus; my mom and stepdad have gone home. While they were here, we lost an uncle on my father's side after a long battle with cancer (melanoma). I can't do this … Continue reading Springtime is not Kind
My mother is in town this week, so there probably won't be a new post until Saturday. Then again, there might be, if I need to blow off steam. Who knows? Beware the Ides of March and all that jazz. (And don't get me started on St. Patrick's Day, heh.) Have a good week!
The first letter I ever wrote (and mailed) was two lines of pencil scrawls on one of those gray papers with red and blue lines on it, the kind for children just learning to write. I think it consisted of, "Hi. How are you? I am fine. Love you, bye," and I was the proudest … Continue reading The Last Letter