Our adult perception, according to Gaston Bauchelard’s The Poetics of Space comes from childhood. Dwellings affect creativity, and space can be metaphoric. Continue reading “space mind” »
viewpoints are relative
I want to discuss insight from a recent conversation I had with someone who didn’t like ‘male gender’ pronouns in writing. This person doesn’t like wording like ‘he said, ‘ and want to change all wording to be ‘they said’ or ‘ a transgender individual said.’ Continue reading “viewpoints are relative” »
what is a shaman?
My dear friend’s husband is dying of ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s disease and she’s his caretaker. It is a fatal progressive neurodegenerative disease that effects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. Continue reading “what is a shaman?” »
travel without
Another dream recently came my way: I was traveling in Czechoslovakia, and discovered my bag wasn’t what I thought it was. Continue reading “travel without” »
using drunk as an excuse
I used the excuse of a drunk parent to steal a car and drive around at fourteen years of age. I don’t remember where my father and grandmother were when we ran out of cat food on Thanksgiving night, but I used my mother’s drunkenness as an excuse. Continue reading “using drunk as an excuse” »
My children like to hear about stories of when and where I grew up. I remember bygone landscapes and know it’s up to me to tell the tales. Continue reading “” »
travel without
Another dream came my way last night: I was traveling in Czechoslovakia and discovered that my bag wasn’t what I thought it was. Continue reading “travel without” »
choice yea or nae
Last night’s weird dream about teaching kids I didn’t know in an unfamiliar class and an unfriendly place left me feeling frustrated. Continue reading “choice yea or nae” »
love and loss and more love
My twenty year-old grey cat breathed his last this early evening, and my adult son was instrumental in his peaceful passing. The veterinarian made a house call, and when euthanasia was performed, our outdoor cat was in his own backyard, resting on my son’s chest. Continue reading “love and loss and more love” »
all I need
I remember the last time I needed a new pen was with my fountain pen in the fourth grade, when my teacher made us all write with cartridge pens, actually load the ink, blobs on paper couldn’t be helped. Continue reading “all I need” »