This Is It
It’s so easy Too easy, often, To say This is it. Three short words To carry the day. Everyday. When sometimes We need reminding Just to breathe. To breathe, after all, is to be. And to be In just this moment Is all there is. 0 I Like This
It’s so easy Too easy, often, To say This is it. Three short words To carry the day. Everyday. When sometimes We need reminding Just to breathe. To breathe, after all, is to be. And to be In just this moment Is all there is. 0 I Like This
I found my second-oldest brother in the garage filling a box. “Whachadoin?” “Moving out.” “No, really. What are you doing?” “Nola, really, I am moving out.” Back to that box being filled he went full of determination. He wasn’t remotely kidding. So what was an 11 year old girl to do? “Can I help?” He [...]
It’s not often I lose the fight to stay hiding in my bed. No, usually common sense, the sense of responsibility, and the mere thought of utter laziness does the trick and forces me out of bed. Not today. With the unusual dark morning giving the sense of winter, the list of craptacular things I [...]
That’s the sound of me falling of the face of the (blogging) Earth. Sorry, loyal reader. Seems when I paint, it dries up my need/desire to write. I am still alive…and full of opinions and frustrations and love of New Orleans. But I haven’t been doing anything noteworthy in the City and writing about my [...]
I sit on the floor Near a drafty door Wondering why I haven’t sat here before. When I dated CS, I sat on his sofa in the den we now share listening to Cowboy Junkies as I read the titles to the books on his shelves and he prepared dinner for us. My heart expanded [...]
This lil blog got hacked. The techies, quick to the fix, their brains barely racked. But the site took on some licks. So as things get reset to the way of my choosing don’t get sad or beset. Enjoy festive boozing! Yes, go sip an egg nog or a Ramos fizz gin. Nibble a yule [...]
Another funeral attended today Squeezed between billable hours. A life’s accomplishments recognized; A day’s work to do. Focus made on the small moments, The quiet moments filled with love. Allowing that one’s work is so much more than the hours spent doing the job. And permitting that pleasure is successes and soirees and hard-won wins [...]
For those of us who returned after Hurricane Katrina to the Gulf coast, and to New Orleans, we frequently get questioned: Why did you return? How could you have returned? We evacuated to Little Rock on Sunday. Monday, my husband flew to Philadelphia for his job; he returned two weeks later. I spent much of [...]
“Mom,” Sun sings as she steps out of the bathroom, clean and damp. Her mother lay in her darkened room too tired to respond. “Mom!” Sun happily runs through the rooms, seeking. Still, her mother stays quiet. “Mommy,” Sun insists as she leaves the front rooms, diligent in her search. “Mommy. . . ” Methodically, [...]
Knotted shoulders Unknit yarn. Too tired to read Too burdened to sleep. Stifling heat Trifling tasks. Long days Fleeting life. 0 I Like This