Tagged: puttingwordstogether

21
Aug
2012

ROAD TO HELL

I haven’t written about the hay bales and how they glow like giant golden random bocce balls in the fields. Or how the fields themselves have gone from rippling oceans of thigh-high grasses to overturned, churned chocolate earth. I haven’t written about how time has speeded up again and thrown me full-speed into autumn even though the trees have yet to turn. I haven’t written about the rosy color across Karin’s cheeks from days spent on the soccer field and the funny conversations Martin and I keep having. I haven’t written about how upset I was over the hackity haircut...

15
Jun
2012

THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT SUMMER THAT MAKES ME HAPPY

One of my best blog friends, who I sadly have not (YET) met in real life has also been kinda stuck with writing lately, so when she posted not too long ago and lamented this fact, I gave her a writing assignment. I asked her: What is the smallest thing about summer that makes you happy? And she wrote a lovely long post about the small things of summer that make her happy, that kept turning out to be pretty darn big things. That’s the thing about summer. It’s too big in all its beauty to be boiled down to...

04
Apr
2012

SKILLZ

There’s a new book out that I just saw going by as I was skimming my RSS feed. It’s titled You Are Good at Things. I didn’t stop to read anything more about it because it sounds suspiciously like a self-help book and I can’t be bothered. I have never been interested in self-help books; mostly they strike me as a bunch of glurge aimed at ridding your gullible pocket of several dollars that you could have saved by using your head. Self-help snob, much? Anyway, in that split second that it took the title to register in my brain,...

01
Jan
2012

FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

I’ve often heard the adage that how you spend the first day of the year is how you will spend ALL of it, but I don’t think it’s necessarily true. However, if it is, I will be sleeping, eating, reading, listening to music, doing laundry, having computer issues and relaxing. Which, apart from working and my social life, is basically a thorough summary of how I spent LAST year so maybe the adage is backwards! I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions…I find, like most people, that the motivation disappears quickly, and so I try to set some manageable goals...

19
Nov
2011

SEARCHING FOR SMALL THINGS

I was going to save this for Thursday, and a do a Poetry Thursday post, which I haven’t done in a million years, but I’ve already been saving it for a really long time, and Thursday feels a long way off at the moment, though I know it will zoom up, and past, before I know it. I’ve been thinking about poetry a lot lately, and how I don’t seem to write any poems anymore. I used to write poetry all the time. It used to flow out of me, especially when I was angry or sad or boggled about...

01
Nov
2011

WRITE, RIGHT?

I think I shall unofficially NaBloPoMo if I can manage it; we will see. Does anyone still do this anymore? Does anyone stilll do the NaNoWriMo anymore? I haven’t seen a thing about either one this year. And I’ve never done either, though back when I first started journaling online, lo these many years ago, I DID write nearly every day. Sometimes twice! Of course, it seems the inverse ratio of quality versus quantity decreases steadily, but what the hey, it’s better than not writing at all, right? I don’t plan on signing up or adding my name to any...

23
Aug
2011

PONDERINGS

What is there to write about? The slinky way the clouds move in as the blue of the sky darkens toward dusk? The mosquito-whine of race cars from the other room, where the Playstation seems to be always on? The meatball & potato pie leftovers that my husband made for the crayfish party? The way the ripening pears hang from the overstuffed trees of the allé? How my brother doesn’t post enough photos of how cute my new nephew is? How pleased I am about Karin’s school choice so far, and guess what? Her English & Spanish teacher is an...

02
Mar
2011

DON’T THE HOURS GROW SHORTER AS THE DAYS GO BY

There it goes, winging by, that crazy thief Time. He steals days from my pocket, flits by unseen, and suddenly I look up and realize I’ve been robbed again. I think he swings from the trees like a monkey, arm over arm, howling with a boom that startles me awake. He sifts through the moments that flutter past, snatching them from the air while I stroll on, unalarmed and oblivious, thinking that there’s more where that came from. I’m wrong, though. There isn’t more where that came from. This is the time to treasure. This time, this present, this now....

12
Jan
2011

WRITING IS MAKING SENSE OF LIFE*

There’s been some speculation out there, wondering whether blogs are dying. They’re so 2010. Maybe it’s just mid-January slump. I know THIS blog isn’t dying. It’s too important to die and it’s going nowhere unless I do, and I have no plans to disappear. It’s been awhile since the question of why I blog has been raised, though the answers remain the same. Important, you say? How could this blog be important?! What cheek! Yes, indeed: it IS important. What I’ve gained from this online journal, this interwebby rambling, this obiter dictum, is immeasurable. Friends, family, community, posterity; a place...

18
Dec
2010

IN PASSING

Writing condolence cards is hard. Words seem inadequate. EVERYTHING seems inadequate, actually. What can you say or do that relates your sympathy, your empathy, your sorrow in the face of someone’s loss? Mostly I think it’s worthy that you try. That you say you’re sorry, that you send your love and a heartfelt note. That you open your arms and hold someone tight. Or let them cry. Or just listen. It’s never enough, though. Nothing is. My dad died 14 years ago on December 20th. 5 days before Christmas. A friend’s father died 2 days ago. And my sister-in-law’s father...

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