1. If they say the moon is blue, we must believe that it is true. ~ 1528 Proverb 2. I figure the connection between the moon and the cow that jumped over it must be the MOO in the word MOON. 3. And whoever came up with the idea that the moon is made of […]
Honeysuckle summer Catalpa aroma A cameo moon is pinned to the sky in a classic night that is waltzing
1. A new take on Mary Kay? 2. Flocks of Phlox 3. I left my heart at Slaughters Garden Center. 4. My pink sneaker with a view. Post notes: All of the above pictures were taken around Floyd on THIS day.
The following was written for a Sunday Scribbling prompt of “simple.” At the end of the day it’s the simple pleasures I remember; peeling and eating a juicy sweet orange, watching yellow finches at the birdfeeder, walking to the mailbox with our dog Jasmine, making a joke that my husband laughs at, a hug, a […]
AKA: What goes up must come down “Come on! You’ve ridden horseback in Chile. You can do this!” I encouraged my friend Katherine as she made her way up the long construction ladder at the Hotel Floyd building site. She, who had taken time off from her job at the Harvest Moon to meet me, […]
1. Ruth from Spilling Out (no pun intended) recently told a lovely story about getting her first period at camp. It involved “two old roan-coloured nags plodding,” which made me comment, “I’m not sure what it means but it’s poetry to my ears. 2. She called her period “the curse,” which reminded me that we […]
Suzi Gablik is an art critic, artist, and teacher with an interesting sidekick named Virgil. A reptilian muse with an impressive IQ, Virgil wonders if President Bush googles himself. He isn’t too shy to ask Ivana Trump about her bra buying habits or to say “doo doo” in public when necessary. Virgil is currently busy […]
With a blanket spread out on May’s green grass, my husband and I are finally idle. Balanced in between Friday and Sunday, in between household chores and calls to take care the body, we extract the essence of the moment. As the breeze pollinates me with the scent of spring flowers, he tells me about […]
~ The following was published in The Floyd Press on May 10, 2007. On a warm Valentine’s Day in 2005, while shopping at the Harvest Moon Food Store, something unusual caught my eye. I was making my way down a store aisle, filling my basket when I noticed a woman who looked overdressed for […]
AKA: The View from my Lawn Chair I may have a carrot cake hangover and sore muscles from dancing non-stop to American Dumpster last night at the Winter Sun, but I’m not ready to kick the bucket. Last night’s wrist band is pretty enough to wear the next day, and it looks pretty good with […]
When I first arrived at my birthday Scrabble game at the Café Del Sol, Mara was outside on the sidewalk talking on her cellphone to her boyfriend Arden. “Say Happy Birthday to Colleen,” she said to Arden and then stuck the phone near my ear. “If you put a G in front of your name, […]
