Signs
I’m doing a mash up here. So a la Oprah, this is something I like and you can purchase it online at DETOUR (website coming): This is something that I’d like to do to people (sometimes):
My teenage heart throb died today at 66 years old – sigh. My lovers (even the fantasy ones) are starting to drop like flies. This video is from 1966 – the year Tatjana was born.
I have been noticing the great lawn at City Park. They built this enormous meadow with little gazebos around it that have wooden swings for people to hang out in. After it was installed, a group of handsome, young black men began meeting on the lawn on the weekends to play touch football. On weekday mornings women in their 30s and 40s began meeting there for a boot camp class. And then came the sign.…
I went for a walk today and there was moist gulf breeze blowing in our unseasonably warm March. As I began my mind started the inevitably filing action that happens when you move away from the rote action of doing – it begins like this, a dream recalled in fragments, a conversation that remains forever unfinished, a thought still trying to be articulated, an old hurt, a sweet memory – as all of this information…