Tag: #yeahnomo

We Made It!

I could’ve quit but I didn’t. It’s not like it was such a big deal. I didn’t paddle a kayak across the Atlantic Ocean or ride my bike from Jersey to L.A. I didn’t climb Mt. Everest or swim from Cuba to Key West.… Continue Reading “We Made It!”

Waiting for the Brass Band

There’s a brass band way down the street. Part of me is excited for its arrival on my doorstep and part of me wants to lock the door and draw the shades. It’s been very quiet in my head for the past ten days.… Continue Reading “Waiting for the Brass Band”

Smile Everlasting

Today is my father’s birthday. He was born November 25, 1913. Incredibly, I didn’t know that until he died and I read the date on the card the funeral director handed me when I walked in to my father’s service in 2003. He died… Continue Reading “Smile Everlasting”

Still Ready for the Round Up

We ride trucks. We spit on the ground. We wear old black Levis. We drink coffee black. We break our own hearts. We smoke what there is. We don’t want any mail. We go where we are. We live when we want.

Immigrants Welcomed Here

My granddaughter’s mother was a refugee from Laos. Once, on Thanksgiving, I started a conversation asking everyone’s earliest memories. She spoke last. She remembered eating at a table at a refugee camp in Thailand when a stray dog ran up to her and stole… Continue Reading “Immigrants Welcomed Here”

Ten Things I’m Sick Of

The list took some culling but these are the items that floated to the top of the detritus of my miserable, self-pitying existence today. I am sick of eating soda crackers. Related to this and not deserving of its own place on the list,… Continue Reading “Ten Things I’m Sick Of”

Linked

We were so lovely. We still are but in different ways. Time has done us many favors.  

Recovery Room

All is well with me. The implanted portion of my cochlear implant is implanted. I have a big white bandage over my ear with gauze wrapped around my head reminiscent of the wounded Revolutionary War soldier playing the drum in the picture that hung… Continue Reading “Recovery Room”

No to the Negative

No make-up. No polish. No jewelry. No lotion. No food. No water. No pills. No coffee. No time. No thoughts. No worry. No more.      

Roadster

The wind was so strong today and blew in such gusts across the freeway that my car seemed at times to be flying just inches off the pavement. When I came up along a semi-truck, I wondered if the wind could be powerful enough… Continue Reading “Roadster”

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