This is what I've got to share today. A kitchen sink. Some bones in the Crockpot. Smooth jazz coming through the earbuds. A Sunday off is something to appreciate.
August is a girl who doesn't really hope for nor expect much more from her life than what she already has.
I was reminded of an earlier walk around that other graveyard.
You appeared wrapped in light
In the supermarket today I heard Madonna singing "La Isla Bonita" and it took me back to those days in my twenties when I was isolated and ignorant and living vicariously through the music playing on the radio and the books I was reading. That period of my life is marked in my mind with … Continue reading Time Travel
Life has brought me to this place, this moment.
What I wanted was an apartment that included, among other things, a washer and dryer.
Every new year comes in with the promise of new and wonderful things. We make resolutions to be better in myriad ways: more compassionate and more charitable, more active and healthier, more informed and more productive. But sometimes the new year arrives with the unexpected. How do you continue life--at at any time of year--without … Continue reading New Year Changes
My plan to read and share what I'm reading hasn't really panned out so far this year. I read one novel and attempted a couple more but they really didn't satisfy. My professor sent me a hard copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude all the way from Louisiana and I got as far as the … Continue reading Plans and Adjustments
Down South in the past, Sundays were the day when families gathered for the biggest and best meal of the week. There would be fried chicken and mashed potatoes or pot roast and rice and gravy, and maybe a coconut meringue pie for dessert. Here in El Norte de Mexico, Sunday still is the day … Continue reading Eating Together