My Fire

When I want to talk but I don’t want to talk to my husband, because he’s too close, and I don’t want to post it out of Facebook, because that’s too distant, I come here. Mostly here it’s talking out-loud to myself but I also think that it ends up being a bar-side wine-chat with just the right friend, that at any given time the words are there for the sweet heart who needs them. It has happened to me so very often that I feel able to hold out this hope. Continue reading “My Fire”

History Repeating

“History Repeating” Propellerheads featuring Shirley Bassey

I love that song.

I’m reading The Death of Innocence, a book about Emmitt Till, and I’m also thinking about the reaction to animal abuse videos- how many people, nice people, react in aggressive horror, say they “just can’t take it,” have to “protect themselves.” Continue reading “History Repeating”

Damn Epiphany

a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

Yesterday I took a ten hour drive from Melbourne, Florida, where I live to Raleigh, North Carolina, where I lived for twenty-odd years before I moved off for love. Plenty of time for ponders in between decent music stations and singing jags.   Continue reading “Damn Epiphany”