Not so long ago, we took the girls hiking at Oneonta Gorge.
There is water and beauty and trees and rocks and loveliness within a few minutes of parking the car, but the girls are not satisfied. They want to scale the logjam. A huge boulder-riddled logjam bestrides Oneonta Creek, and the only way …Raisin concerns
Perhaps a year ago, the girls bought great lengths of rope from Harbor Freight Tools. Big thick coils of rope with which they told me they needed to attend to “ropish needs.” As a reasonable mother, I was concerned. As we stood in line to pay, my daughters’ arms laden down with kidnapping rope, …Ropish needs
He stared into the space that filled the space before him, seeing nothing. The world around him lacked definition; he stared into the blur of its edges, unconcerned. His life lately was wrapped in muffling fog, resulting in a nebulous unobservant calm. At some level, he knew he was missing the details, but he …Desire for still
There has been a compromise.
A giving way.
A sudden overwhelming permeability.
She is flooded . . . the world becomes liquid and passes through her skin.
All of which she is conscious becomes a seething roiling fluid of color and noise and smell and taste. She is aware even as she releases her …Deliquescence
Mark never gets the words to songs right. Never.
So it comes as no big surprise to me when I hear him happily and boisterously singing the following clearly incorrect lyrics . . .
Every dog wants to be the wombat king Better run, better run, run to get the crown Every dog wants …Wombat royalty