Note: Halfa is a Middle Eastern word that refers to a celebration. I ate a little too much Baklava at intermission and most everyone’s eyes in the photos I took glowed red from the low lighting. Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed Floyd’s first Hafla, a showcase of women’s artistic expression, performed in the […]
I’m reading tonight at the Hafla, a celebration of women’s dance, music, and poetry, held at the Black Box Theater in Floyd. Here’s a little preview of a poem I may read … Woman’s Shame Shame of liking sex too much Shame of not liking it enough Shame of having too many children Having none, […]
1. I don’t know how to make faces with computer keys, but I can see the hidden images in Magic Eye Art. Can you? 2. When it comes to penning old fashioned letters, I’m like the carpenter who builds things all day but never gets around to building or fixing things in her own house. […]
December skies in late afternoon remind me of a child’s nursery. The walls are painted in hushed pinks and pale cool blues. The setting sun is like a nightlight clicking off. One day the sky is like a frozen pond of clouds. This one is slashed with white streaks, as if ice skaters have dragged […]
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone. ~ Picasso Watching my son’s push to pull-off his BFA graduation show reminded me of his years as a high school wrestler. Seeing him compete and place in state wrestling competitions, I witnessed how much heart and discipline he could muster. […]
The scene at my son Josh’s BFC Thesis show at UNC Asheville this past weekend was a photographer’s dream, with various shaped ceramic pots casting shadows in the warm reflective glow of Josh’s 12 foot tall and 20 foot wide brick wall installation. There was a steady flow of people milling about throughout the 6-10 […]
Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head, Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late… ~ The Beatles I wrote a few bios for my poet friends for the upcoming Hafla we’ll each be reading poetry at. One friend was at work […]
1. Does your arm ever get tired from blogging? 2. Do you have a callus on your mouse hand? 3. Note to young offspring, “Don’t end a phone conversation with your mother by saying “My hands are being held together by super glue!” 4. My Asheville potter son has been working overtime to prepare for […]
I really like to drink coffee beverages, wear sunglasses, eat sandwitches, stay up late, wake up early, and pray that the Red Sox win the World Series. Some of the things I collect are waterfalls, interesting looking bricks, and pieces of trash that can be transformed into art. I make pottery for a living and […]
Aka: tagged by Rebekah * Three things that scare me: Driving on highways near cities, people whose body language doesn’t match what they are saying, things like rats and cockroaches and public speaking. * Three people who make me laugh: Stephen Colbert, Julia Louise Dreyfus, and my nephew Patrick. Here’s why. * Three things I […]
Note: Simply Wait is home of the 3rd Day Book Club (and the photo graphic posted here). A list of bloggers who are participating this month can be found at Paris Parfait, December’s host. Winter’s Bone, a novel by Daniel Woodrell, is set in modern times in the Ozark Mountains, but it might just as […]
It was 1983. I was living near Houston, Texas, with two little sons and an ongoing case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Besides having compromised energy, I was experiencing chronic sore lymph nodes, particularly in my neck and to the point that it hurt to turn my neck. At that time I was about five years […]
