Mark and the girls left this morning. Soap box racing. They will be gone all weekend.
And so I am all scattered at the moment.
I am looking forward to the time to just sit and think. Looking forward to the quiet. Looking forward to being alone.
But at the moment I am all …Into the past
Not long after moving to Michigan, my parents drove us into the small town of Whitehall. Through the small town to the water that lapped up against its edges.
We had moved to Michigan only recently, and I don’t believe we were yet in school.
I was about to enter the 3rd …Glossing over poison
I was watching Project Runway the other day, in which aspiring clothing designers compete in a reality show competition. Not one of my favorite shows, but I was sitting there all lazy and watching it. And Tim Gunn, whose job it is to make all of the competing designers feel insecure about their work …Cruel poetry
I am remembering too much lately.
There is an occasional superimposition of memory. My memories drape over the events of the day, suffusing those events with shadows of the past. And I am at once transported and stuck.
We went to a small amusement park today. The girls climbed onto a ride …Endurance