• First and foremost, beverages. I regularly drink coffee and tea. Black coffee about one cup every other day and herbal tea before bed about twice a week. Now, at almost 11 weeks, I don’t want to drink anything hot and I skip coffee altogether because it’s too bitter but I don’t want to sweeten it. I don’t normally take ice in my drinks but now I only want to drink something if it has at least three ice cubes in it. And the sudden cold affinity has been consistent in all three pregnancies. Read More
In honor of our wedding anniversary this month, I’ve asked my husband to pick September’s song.
“Which song’s lyrics perfectly matches its instrumentals?” And without skipping a beat he answered, Read More
that I might write a poem Read More
I’m cheating with this month’s selection. ‘Sunday Morning’ was written in 1966 by Lou Reed and John Cale, and performed by NYC pre-punk band, Velvet Underground. Andy Warhol suggested that Reed write a song about paranoia Read More
A monsoon summer day, I weep over my past choices and what will come, and watch a film about Virginia Woolf. When her husband asks her of her novel by which she is consumed, “Why must someone die?”
“So that all else can value life more. It’s called contrast, Leonard.” She twitches. Read More
Drug addiction and mental illness are widely known to be, however debilitating to one’s health and relationships, benefactors for art creation. The song, ‘Wet Sand’ off the 2006 Red Hot Chili Peppers’ album, Stadium Arcadium, and written by John Frusciante and Anthony Kiedis, describes what it’s like living such a self-destructive paradox. I believe the appeal to try mind-bending substances and the twisting of the word ‘crazy’, making it a desirable trait and a near-virtue, are symptoms of a dying spirit desperate to be validated, nurtured, and ultimately, reflected in the wide world, Read More
Foliage dense on mountainsides
And wild’fires burn
Thicket heaves a smoky breath
Monsoons drown the afternoon.
The world is alive.
Rapt and ravenous,
Passionate the elements and
Susceptible to pride.
Does God not tire in rescuing us from our God-given nature? Read More
I ask the storyteller sitting ’round the tree trunk to tell me of the origins of Read More
This isolated town attracts many eccentrics but its county seat status eventually tames them, urges them to have a say in the lives of those around them. Antioxidants to free radicals? Is it a good and healthy thing to want to change others’ destinies based solely on one’s own morals and (let’s be real here) opinions? Read More
Test to see if new posts are showing up in the Reader. My last two posts are missing and I suspect many of yours, blogs I follow, are too because there are only a handful from ‘2 days ago’ when there usually are about eighty or so. What’s up with this? Anyone else notice ghost posts? (They’re there on the actual site, and if I search by tag, just not in Reader, which is what I rely on to read bloggers’ new posts.)