Category Archives: Writing

Sacred Mutual Art Portal, DO NOT IGNORE™

Now Playing: Beast of Burden, The Stones. Of course. A post about Brian Wilson is nearly ready. Pages long. I cried yesterday. And today. I listened to the songs. But I’m not ready. Not yet. In the meantime, I left Word Raccoon unsupervised, and she found such naughty things to do. I kept trying toContinue reading “Sacred Mutual Art Portal, DO NOT IGNORE™”

I Get the Snickers! Multiple Happy Endings

Word Raccoon woke me up about 1:30 this morning. “Where. Are. My. Earrings??” She shouted. She kept me up until after three with her nonsense. Not only did she accuse me of earring theft, which, I was the one who ordered them, sweet writing wreck, but I was pretty disappointed myself not to know whereContinue reading “I Get the Snickers! Multiple Happy Endings”

Word Raccoon and the Case of the Missing Earrings (and Missing Poems)

(Also missing, inexplicably? Some of the letters for the above poster. But whatever.) Now Playing: Hide and Seek. (See title.) Okay, I’ve done it now. Word Raccoon is not speaking to me because I HAVE MISPLACED HER PINK POM POM EARRINGS. We went to find them this morning. They are nowhere to be found. What’sContinue reading “Word Raccoon and the Case of the Missing Earrings (and Missing Poems)”

“She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.” – H.J.

Now Playing: Layla, Clapton’s acoustic version “He gave a melancholy sigh and stood looking at her a moment, with his hands behind him, giving short nervous shakes to his hunting-crop. ‘Do you know I’m very much afraid of it – of that remarkable mind of yours?’”— Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady Likewise, Mr.Continue reading ““She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.” – H.J.”

Keep Your Hands and Feet Inside the Ride Until It Comes to a Complete Stop

Now Playing: Dinosaur, Adrian Belew Friends, thank you for your patience as I process my mother’s death and burial. This series is almost at its end for now. I think. I hope. I honestly had no idea I’d write about all this. But maybe I’m doing it to help myself process her passing. My fatherContinue reading “Keep Your Hands and Feet Inside the Ride Until It Comes to a Complete Stop”

You Had Only to Come and See Me

“I was there. You had only to come and see me.” Isabel Archer, Portrait of a Lady Word Raccoon’s Log: 6:47 AM, My Sunporch. Wearing: Pity the Fool. It’s a robe. With a backstory. Hold your horses. Playing: “Landslide.” But not in the sad way. Not really. At least not this morning. Last night IContinue reading “You Had Only to Come and See Me”

My Heart as a To-Do List Or, I Said I Wasn’t Going to Poem Today (Reader, I Lied)

Now Playing: “Into the Mystic,” Van Morrison. My to-do list leading up to Mom’s service on Saturday is shrinking. Finally. (I should say this is just my portion of the list. Other family members have done as much and more.) Mom’s obituary? Published. Poem written for the memorial cards? Check.Notifying family and friends? Done.Trying toContinue reading “My Heart as a To-Do List Or, I Said I Wasn’t Going to Poem Today (Reader, I Lied)”

I’m Taking the Corn

Trigger warning: this post discusses my mother’s homegoing in detail, as well as my sometimes-nonsensical grief reactions. Read with care. Not listening to anything today but the birds. Hubby is tending to the playlist for my mother’s funeral, so I think I’ll leave the music to him for now. We lost my mom. She wasContinue reading “I’m Taking the Corn”