Snapshot of a Lotus-Eater

Sprawled across the bed, reading the paper, listening to the faraway sounds of a lawnmower. Dishes calling from the kitchen sink but napping under a ceiling fan breeze is the sweeter serenade. Waking to watch quirky movies and eat sesame chicken while seated on the floor. "Have some gin to see if you're allergic" and "I love goldfinches at the feeder." Watering the neighbor's basil is not a euphemism - they're not even home. A quietly lazy Saturday. I'll get something done tomorrow.

Would You If You Could?

When someone points out who they think you truly are, deep down, and you fear they are right - do you embrace the fear or fight against it? Is the struggle to change worth the energy? Will it make a difference in the end? What's worse - knowing the truth or knowing someone else saw it first?

And Still Sleep Stays Away

No dreams of closets or pleasantness last night. That would be too easy. I dreamt instead of sneaky cameras and replayed phone calls. Seven days and counting...

Haiku for a Tuesday

"Where do I bite next?"

Fajitas and Mojitos

Rockin' Afternoon

I Love Email

It's amazing how 10 simple lines from Alaska can make your whole day better.

My Bed Has Become My Enemy

I want to go camping on a mountain and fall asleep looking at stars. Or I could sleep on the deck and listen to the night. Or press my cheek against the coolness of the kitchen floor. I could borrow the unfamiliarity of a couch or the unknown curves of someone else's pillow. There must be a place where eyes can close, thinking can cease, and I can go to sleep.

Can You Repeat The Question?

It may be a good indicator that maybe, just maybe, you haven't gotten enough sleep when a nurse asks your age and you honestly cannot remember.