Grace­ful is not a word you would use to describe me.  You prob­a­bly wouldn’t use dex­ter­ous, coör­di­nated or ath­letic either.
Last night I walked into a door.  Flat faced, had to check if I had a bloody nose, into a door.  It wasn’t the first time…I was the unfor­tu­nate recip­i­ent of the nick-name “Tyson” (as in […]

I remem­ber the first time I met you, I remem­ber the booth and what you were wear­ing. I remem­ber the par­ties you threw and how some­how I started being the first one there, and then a sort of co-host.  I remem­ber all of our walks around the lake, both before and after “us”.  I remember […]

The other day I found myself totet­ing all of my plants back to the shower.  Ijah fol­lowed with looks and noises that could eas­ily be trans­lated as “what are you doing…weirdo”.  I’d been mean­ing to shower the plants for weeks.  The looked dusty and sad.  They didnt have that perky plant look that I love, […]

I have a few Fathers.  Sev­eral amaz­ing men in my life.  I’m lucky that way.  The more the mer­rier I say.  But then again I think I have a pretty good def­i­n­i­tion of the word.  A Father to me is a man that makes an impact, a pos­i­tive one.  A man that makes you proud […]

There was really only so much more cold and dreary I could deal with…I felt my san­ity slip­ping away…running actu­ally, run­ning away from the cold grey.  “What?  You com­plain about cold and rainy yet you dream of Seat­tle?”  I know, but its different…way dif­fer­ent.  Seat­tle has an ocean, for that, I deal with rain.
But the infusion […]

In the old apart­ment you could stand in the hall and look out the win­dow at the build­ing across the street.  You could just make out the images of women mov­ing.  You could hear bells and the jin­gle of coins.  They had belly danc­ing classes there.
I loved hear­ing them, the clap­ping, the bells, the music.  […]

March­ing band was a big deal for me in high school.  We worked hard at
it, we had fun, and some­times we absolutely sucked any­way.
I
remem­ber after one per­for­mance we were walk­ing by the oppos­ing teams
crowd and a guy stopped me and said “That was really great!  Just
awe­some!”.  Out of breath from the show but elated for […]

In the old apart­ment I would hear wind chimes on occa­sion.  I could
never find out where they were, where the sound came from, but it was
some­thing I loved.  One day in late fall I was look­ing for them, the
leaves were mostly gone from the trees, and I saw them.  It kind of
took the magic away.
The past […]

I have been think­ing about grow­ing up lately.  Think­ing about Comma just makes me think about being a kid.  Think­ing about Comma also makes me hun­gry (even though I have been able to eat less lately…kids tak­ing up too much room, squish­ing my guts and stuff).  The meals my Mom used to make just sound […]

Hav­ing some break­fast this morn­ing, doing a bit of read­ing, I think to myself “You know this red lure buis­ness seems to be a bit hyped up…I can under­stand a two tone with maybe a red back but the black and sil­ver or two tones with green seemed to do the trick…”
I sat back for a […]