Tag: life
member name: M M.
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September 16, 2007 10:08 AM EDT --
and very nearly my house as well. I had left the kitchen to go to my study after pouring myself a large mug of coffee. I sat down at my computer and got engrossed in Gather. Suddenly I smelled smoke, and . . .
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April 16, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
An incident: a woman I had regarded as my best friend for ten years invited me for coffee. "So lovely to hear your voice," she'd said in her voicemail mesage, a response to my having called . . .
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July 18, 2007 05:10 AM EDT --
Here is a question: how many people here take drugs in the category known as benzodiazepines? These wold include Xanax, Klonopin, Ativan, and (infamously) Valium. They are scheduled drugs (restricted access), . . .
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . .
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June 18, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL ?
I’d get that manuscript in the mail.
Spend a day living as a snail, slow
And leaving my trail of slime
Without regard to erasures . . .
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July 12, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
Sometimes I have
and sometimes not.
It is the not that forms the knot.
We all know this. We are
born to this knowledge
as we tighten our fingers
to our mother's, as we turn
our heads . . .
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July 19, 2007 04:57 AM EDT --
I'm not asking specifically about the early ones, the ones that tend to be romantic, filled with flowers and dinners out and cards and carefully chosen gifts and the intimacies that follow. I'm . . .
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April 17, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
We edit the pain. This is how we survive.
But it remains like shrapnel under skin
and rises, and sometimes breaks the surface.
But it does not break us.
Sometimes it disfigures, or makes us perfect . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . .
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May 21, 2007 03:30 PM EDT --
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom
Gone to seed, the common purple clumps
Now sere, brown - a shabby room
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom.
I think of sticks, of switches, broom
And childhood . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
And the forsythia blooms. I hope it is in the right spot this year, gathering all of the sunlight my shady yard has to offer. I've lost three of them. This time I am careful to follow the planting . . .
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May 15, 2007 04:37 AM EDT --
Hanging laundry on the line.
A warm, breezy day.
Pants and shorts are joined at the hip.
I use my mother's clothespins.
She died six years ago, a week after Mother's Day.
What do you do with . . .
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June 19, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
There was an order to early spring bloom times in our yard as I was growing up: first the lilies of the valley, the tulips, the lilacs, the iris, and then the catalpa tree. We had one in our front yard, . . .
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June 29, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
Summer days, sad surrender, spicy peppermint, leather cup
One of those summer days.
A night’s dream, if only I could dream.
When did I forget how to dream?
Was it some sad . . .
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June 18, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
Ten Free Minutes: Word Game
My philosophy is as follows:
Beg for ten free minutes, and then seize them.
No, do not beg for what is rightfully yours.
Just reach out your hand, . . .
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May 21, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
And as my boss said before I resigned, "Everybody's mother dies. Get over it."
So, it's that day. And I still have the magazines I was reading in those final days at the hospice, . . .
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April 15, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
to do on a glorious Sunday afternoon in April. I went to bed. I slept for hours under a down quilt while children played in tank tops, neighbors walked their dogs, and the garden tugged at me like the . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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April 23, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Over the past several Sunday evenings, I have been watching Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. A simply amazing series, much of it revolving around the ebb and flow of nature: spring and fall; night . . .
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