Wednesday, July 22, 2015

A Poem of Frustration


Each time I fix to write,
my fingers freeze up
and wither.
My mind is so pissed off
it scream,
“Come ON, Dumb-Ass!
spoon fed words
in dreams with popsicle promises,
and you can’t compose
fountain blue on white?
What good are you?”
My mind's lame bitch slap;
She needs to toughen up
'Cause the fighting is
exhausting.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Let's Start Writing Again, Shall We?

Five minutes of unedited, stream of consciousness writing hosted by All Things Fadra.

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Yep, I’ve been missing here for over a month. There are two reasons why, but it is mostly because I have not felt the ache to write. That's not exactly true and I will explain later. I used to write every day when I started this blog. The excitement was palpable. I couldn’t wait. Well, that was three and a half years ago.

I know the urge and the words ebb and flow. I’m patiently waiting for them to return in a documented form. The weird thing is, and maybe you do this too, I create posts, or morsels of them, in my head almost constantly almost daily. It actually feels I am writing. Mentally. And here, in my head, the words flow easily.

Yesterday, I Instagram stalked some blogger friends (I do follow them, so it wasn’t that creepy) who were attending Blogher. I have know idea where it is being held, but it looked like they were having a blast. They had cocktails in their hands! And I saw one of my hands down favorite writers/people. Kirsten from TheKirCorner.com. I immediately messaged her and she, of course, immediately got right back.

I told her I am happy because she is having a fabulous time. having fun and being recognized for her work. I also said, “I miss writing.”

She jumped on this comment immediately because she hasn’t been writing as regularly either and she proposed a pact. “Let’s start writing again. At least once a week.” Something like that. I agreed and it made me smile. I don’t know when I will start back but I think it will be after the summer. 


September 1st sounds like a good one, a start date, doesn’t it?

Monday, June 8, 2015

It's Monday, June 8th! What Are You Reading?

I am freaking all over the place! Sometimes I think it’s a good thing, and other times I don’t. Right now? Not so sure but this is what’s been going on in my reading world since last we spoke. Oh my! I just looked back and I haven’t shared books since May 11th! I am a very bad girl.

I finished:

The Red Notebook by Antoine Laurain. I did enjoy it. If you like light stories about booksellers, discovered journals, searching and looking for love, this may be for you. Again, it is a bit on the fluffy side.

Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson. I have spent much time trying to find the proper words to describe how this book made me feel and how I felt about it. Heartwarming, happy, comfy family feelings. Insightful. Nostalgic. These are some of the words I found. It is an exceptional book of free-verse poems of the author's childhood, and growing up between two places she calls home. It's about lifelong friendship, too. I would read it if I were you.

Damage by Josephine Hart. Do you feel like squirming in your sit with discomfort, a book that darkly draws you into a man’s complete obsession and inappropriate relationships abound? If yes, do it! I don’t know what it says about me, but I really liked it. I discovered there was also a movie made with Jeremy Irons and Juliet Binoche. 

The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street by Helene Hanff. You simply must start with 84, Charing Cross Road (which I talked about here before) then follow it up with this. “84” tells of a friendship between a book lover and a book seller through letters from New York City to London. “Duchess” lets us visit London with Helene as she finally meets here friends face-to-face. I did NOT want this to be over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in the midst of reading:
The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison (essays)

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald

Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg


Tell me what’s going on in your reading world! I always love reading recommendation!

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Saturday Nights Through the Decades

On Sunday over here, there’s this thing we do. Write for five minutes about whatever you feel like dumping (the good, the bad, or the ugly), but don't edit it before pushing publish. I’d like to give a shout out to my auto-correct today for fixing my misspellings and not replacing them with the usual nonsensical stuff.

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Boy have my Saturday nights changed over the last quarter century. 

We first stayed in on Saturday nights because or kids were little and, frankly, we didn’t have the money for either a babysitter or TGI Fridays. We added ground beef to Ragu, poured it over spaghetti, made some toast, and called it dinner. They loved it! Maybe at ten o’clock when the kids were finally down, we’d have a bottle of beer. Some of the best Saturday nights of our marriage were spent like this.

When we couldn’t get our kids to stop growing so fast, so we rode the roller coaster of activities. Saturday night meals were often rotating drive-thru fast food, or whatever snacks I had in the back of the Suburban. We were a family on the run. Some of our best family memories were during this whir.

Then high school hit hard and our Saturday nights were spent organizing driving shifts with other parents. Maybe sneaking in a quick dinner out or a movie then playing “Rock, Paper, Scissors” for who would wait up. Because the curfew sheriff was always awake. Most Saturdays we wished the kids had their driver’s licenses already.

Wow, was ignorance bliss because once they did, Saturday nights meant no chance of rest until the keys were hung back up. And fingers crossed that curfews were made because who feels like playing “Bad Cop” at midnight, though we would if we had to. We were lucky here.

Being an empty nester, Saturday nights feel a little like being a kid in a candy store. Though whhat we secretly longed for was a text to know how you were. (I’m just being nice. We don’t worry about it all that much.) Wanting to know you are safe.

But still, ironically, the very best Saturday night feeling in the world may be having your kid tucked safely under the covers of their own bed and relishing in the chance to walk past their door, again, with the opportunity to peek in. 


That was my Saturday night last night.


Saturday, May 30, 2015

Momma Told Me There'd Be Men Like Him

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He speaks in perfect, no silky, words. Always patting my ass almost in passing. Biting my bottom lip perfectly. Then there’s the smile. And the perfect timing thing.

My momma warned me about men like “him”. 

They’ll notice your Milky Way eyes and spring in subtly. All narrow hipped and lithe. Magnetic, they are. You can’t look away, be away, stay away. So they'll pull you under. Because they can. By your hair. And there'll be no choice but to hold your breath. Surrender to the pain of pleasure, or the pleasure of pain. Whichever.


People write songs about them.

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The 100 word prompt: SMOOTH

I wrote this for Velvet Verbosity. Go check it out! 


Saturday, May 16, 2015

Do You Do This?

"Notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

Kurt Vonnegut 

This is on my mind today. Happy 2:58 on a Saturday afternoon to you!

Monday, May 11, 2015

It's Monday, May 11th! What Are You Reading? (Long Overdue)

Apparently I haven’t updated my reading list here since April 20th! Yikes! At that time, I was reading feverishly, but since then…well, life. (All photos courtesy of Amazon.com)

I have completed:


I LOVED this book! The writing is fantastic. The story is compelling and touching and will having you thinking about what it means to be human! Do NOT read reviews prior to delving in because there is a surprise element that, trust me, you will not want to know ahead of time!


My first collection of poetry. It broke my heart into a million tiny pieces (in a good way) and I will never be the same again. No other poetry collection will ever compare! That is until I find another of equal caliber. Simply stunning! A shout out to Rebecca at Book Riot for recommending this book!


This is what I said on Goodreads about this book:

"Translated perfectly from its native Italian; this novel is darkly stunning. The writing is gorgeous. It recounts a spiral; the depth of which I hope to never know though I could imagine it happening in a perfect storm of events. The souring of a marriage, betrayal, and its aftermath. Then mix in children. How would we pick up the pieces of our lives? It is at once stark and surprising, and touching and tender, but scary. It had me nervously awaiting what was coming next. A very visceral experience. My gut tells me to rate this 5-stars." 

Here’s what I AM reading:

As I pulled up the covers to snuggle in bed last night, I picked up...


And today, I will finish listening to...