the trouble is, you think you have time
“the trouble is, you think you have time.” .buddha
“well, now that we have seen each other,” said the unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, i’ll believe in you.”
“well, now that we have seen each other,” said the unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, i’ll believe in you.” .lewis carroll ‘through the looking glass’
to the reigning moral majority
We sat on the couch eating sushi as Pope Francis delivered mass to nearly 20,000 humans at Madison Square Garden Friday night. My mister and I sat, shoveling shumai in our faces and cried at the beauty of it all.
she left them bare
her fingers got fat near the end
in another lifetime she perched me on the kitchen table
slid her thumb and forefinger through the scissors
and snipped my bangs brutally short
the 10 commandments of attending a rock show
the smashing pumpkins and marilyn manson ‘the end times’ tour show at pnc was incredible. the people in attendance…. beyond rude. everywhere i turned i witnessed blatant disregard for the bands as well as fellow concertgoers. i came home and feverishly compiled the following set of rock and roll etiquette guidelines.
rise up, take courage, and do it.
“rise up, take courage, and do it.” .ezra 10:4
i recognized her as one of us in an instant.
we are told never to judge a book by its cover. instructed to know people before making judgements. for the most part, this advise is sound. for the most part. but i fiercely believe the clothing people choose wear and the way they decorate themselves speaks volumes. where ever i go, i am on the lookout for members of my tribe.
by any other name
i handed my identity over to a petite government agent with a head full of tightly wound curls. i scribbled my new signature on a sheet of paper and was promised a social security card with my new name in return. back in my beat up honda civic, i sat in the blistering heat and cried.
but i was never whole.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
writing isn’t about making money
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, or making friends. It’s about doing what you love the best you know how. It’s about making a heart pound in fear, shrink from rage, weep with understanding, or soar with excitement. It’s about making worlds and living in them deeply enough someone else can join you there.…