Yesterday was a fitful day of distemper and I went out and rode my bike to get over it. Of course, my tires were flat and my pump didn’t work, and the Shell station pump where I drove the bike to didn’t work and the guy couldn’t come out to help, and I came back and finally got my neighbor’s pump to work and by that time it was high noon, the bells of Our…
I would like to thank everyone who purchased fireworks and set them off on the bayou last night. As a visitor said, “You live in a glorious place,” as we sat on the grass and watched the bottle rockets, tie dye rockets, and fireworks up and down the banks of the bayou. Interestingly enough, just hours earlier T and I were talking about selling the LaLa and moving to higher ground – meaning a place…
I was objectively watching friends parenting the other day – the style conflict, the subtle way that one wants to dominate the other’s actions. What a mess. I was thinking about this in the morning when before me in this Sunday’s New York Times were two articles, one on the unfortunate fact that the sudden opening of gay marriages will also swing open the door to sticky, messy gay divorces and the second was in…
A fellow blogger recently lost her hair because she had chemo and the growing back of it became an adventure. I was born with the grace of thick and abundant hair (thank you mom) and I have always spent a lot of time obsessing over it – getting the color right, getting the cut and length right, and getting it done right. When my mother hit 70 she started losing her hair, in clumps, and…
I can’t find a novel I want to read so I’m back into my poetry – I read through Lavender’s chapbook twice, and a few ins and outs of Montlack’s Cool Limbo, and returned again to Mark Strand’s Man and Camel where this poem stopped me and left me breathless: Mother and Son The son enters the mother’s room and stands by the bed where the mother lies. The son believes that she wants to…
We went to see Tree of Life last night, winner of the Cannes Film Festival, and a departure from the norm. An escape from reality. A deep dive into the juxtaposition of loss reality and accumulated myth. A truly remarkable film in that even though dinosaurs appeared at one point causing the entire row in front of us (and us included) to erupt in the giggles, it still managed to keep us all in the…
Yesterday a friend posted a note on Facebook that she is going to see an exhibit by Alexander McQueen and I asked if he likes Jews, when in fact it is Galliano who dislikes them.
A woman I met the other day was telling me a joke about three women who were rocking on the front porch and chatting and one said, “My husband loves me so much he bought me a mink coat,” and the other two women said, “That’s nice.” And then the second one said, “Well, my husband loves me so much he bought me a big diamond pendant.” And the two other women said, “That’s nice.”…
You are about to go on a journey and you realize a life of often traveling has stopped without you noticing it. You’ve changed your hair so much you don’t recognize yourself in the bathroom mirror at 2AM on your way to pee. You cannot lose or make peace with the 12 lbs that showed up like a fatty natty boo boo around you. Your toddler behave likes a angel when you least expect it…
Just got my Bill Lavender chapbook and in the beginning: French Quarter Haikus when daria reads a poem in russian I wish I’d never learned any language