Tagged: puttingwordstogether

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...

08
Aug
2010

NOT WATCHING, BUT NOTICING*

It’s been raining most of the day. On and off, harder and softer as if it can’t make up its mind or its intensity, but it doesn’t stop for long. In the street the raindrops make small white circles for a split second as they smack into the asphalt. It’s like watching an animation: vertical white streaks, then small sudden circles. The street is shiny and black except where the rain lands. Sometimes it rains so hard it bounces, even off the grass—the impact makes a mist rise and hover off the ground. On the back deck, which is slick...

31
Jul
2010

CORKED

A whole week goes by, not even in a flash, and I think about writing but I don’t. I read a book, and then another, and I nap, or play a computer game or clean or run errands. I cleaned the fish tank and bought fish. I picked up the kids from the swimming pool. I bought new late-summer flowers for the pots and dead-headed the baby roses. I even went for a couple of walks and I updated my books-to-buy list and my library inventory and I talked to my mom and wrote emails and went to sushi night,...

22
Mar
2010

WHERE WE BLOG FROM

There’s nothing really cozy about the place I blog from. If I were more pretentious, I’d call it the Den. Or the Study. Or the Office (which is actually kind of close to what it embodies, this room). I can’t really refer to it as the Library since there are books in every other room in the house, and this room doesn’t even win for most. It has a desk but no one studies at it. It has a rocking chair, but it’s not very comfortable. It’s the guest room when my mom is here and a sort of every-room...

02
Mar
2010

WORDS ARE THE VOICE OF THE HEART*

Do you think that what you have to say is less important because it’s on the Internet? Would it have more value, ring truer, be BETTER if it were between the covers of a book, printed on newspaper, glossy in a quarterly? Would it be more impressive, or more importantly, carry more weight? My words fly out into the ether here, roll around on the front page of this journal for a couple of days and then are scrolled under. Soon they’re a click away, then two clicks away, then three klicks and suddenly we’re talking the distance of kilometers—gone....

10
Feb
2010

NOT RAISING THE BAR, JUST HOLDING IT UP AND LOOKING PAST IT

Are you getting what you want out of life? Do you even know what you want to be when you grow up? Have you settled? When you were a child and the future was open wide, did you fix your dreaming eye upon a goal and never waver? There were so many choices then, so many things we could become, so many things we could do, so many places we could go. What items do you add to your list when you’ve crossed off the ones you scrawled in crayon once upon a time? Some people seem to know instinctively...