if it were only a matter of a hungry dog and trash that needed to be taken curbside ease is how i would label my life of ordinary heroism taking small steps walking on the stilettos of hope i wake before dawn making room for lunch by noon late a necessary evil i have long…
Tag: Business
sometimes i just have to say…thank you
he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…
seriously, i’m going to run a contest to name this novel (if only i could get more than one person to enter)
so my word of the week has been pushed to wayside. so that i could take a journey of 50,000 words. on day 10 of this 30 day exercise in futility i have written 12,681 words. i don’t really know what this novel is about and even though it looks like i’ve named it ‘you…
why cry when you can rumba
if only i’d known dancing was a choice i’d have shaken my shimmie waltzing myself out more doors than you could count i would have salsa-ed and fox trotted till my toes bleed instead i’ve held up wallpaper and maintained cushions i’ve twirled on office chairs and scooted my way down corridors to tones made up…
life without credit…there are worst things
here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….
midlife aspirations
wind against my face i race hugging the wall the music behind me the pace i keep my own my first freedom wheels to wood floor sweat pouring down my back i lean into it steady and balanced cute not my agenda i’m going for fierce and strong i race no one in particular one…
do the math (half is considerably less than all)
she hates me. she is sitting across from me, her big brown eyes jacketed hollow point bullets. inside i am dying. “she can have it,” i mutter. my lawyer gawks at me stunned. “she can have the house.” i stare out the window shutting out my lawyer’s protestations. my hands remember her hair fanned out…
fearfree living 