Life

We Will Never Be Here Again

And I repeat: It was just so hard to believe. As one Mother I know put it, it’s a little like taking acid for the first time. (Not that I’ve ever taken acid, Mother, though if you must know, I’ve always wanted to and never had the proper chance and can now see my opportunities [...]

My Dead Friends, by Marie Howe

I have begun, when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question to ask my dead friends for their opinion and the answer is often immediate and clear. Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child in my middle age? They stand in unison [...]

What I Know For Sure Today

When someone shows you who they are, believe them. (Oprah) Tell me slowly and I will understand quickly. (Eat, Pray, Love) We are all responsible for our own happiness. (My Mom) What you put into the universe ALWAYS comes back. (Maury, Abraham, Buddhism, Life) Don’t worry about changing the worlld. Just do something that makes [...]

Rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel

This is my new favorite song. For anyone enchanted by bluegrass, carnivals and rockabilly style, cup your ear to this: Snaps to Thomerson for the rec.

Embracing Normalcy

Life is a game to be played. Do you want to play with me? –Michael Boudreaux, December 2008 That night, we went to Cherry Creek Mall and I picked up a couple things at Z Gallerie. Boudreaux drove around while I ran my errand. When he picked me up, we called our friend, Greg, in [...]

MOT

Seven years ago, on a scuba diving excursion in Mexico with my family, far before my husband Boudreaux and I were even engaged, we ran into a fellow American on the boat. He said to Boudreaux: “You’re a MOT, right?”And Boudreaux’s like: “What?” And the guys’ like: “Member of the Tribe” And Boudreaux’s like: “What?” [...]

She Who Goes To Blogtown Feels Better

Tomorrow, I will have spent 32 years here on earth. I’m pretty much okay with it. Sort of. But I’m not feeling physically up to par. Which makes me feel old. Allergies have me sneezing too much. I have perpetual headaches from not drinking enough water–at least I think that’s the issue. My hair is [...]

Iron & Wine

Dare I dissect the lyrics of a song whose consonants fall gently across my back like the dotted hand drawn streams of a watering can? I know this process can sometimes break down what is best left alone. . .but I can’t help it. . .whatever was the bearded Sam Beam dreaming of when he [...]

What is Curling My Toes These Days

1. The accordion player on Gurko and Levsky. 2. My flip flop falling apart on Sheeshman and asking a male bookstore clerk wrap a whole lot of scotch tape around my foot and my shoe. 3. Blogging 4. Putting green apples in the fridge for later. Mmm. 5. Writing the captions, forewords and cover copy [...]

A few words about the Dixie Chicks. . .

I’ve always been a big fan. Spunky, cowgirl hip, remarkable vocal and instrumental talent, melodies that reminds me of home and lyrics that elucidate strength and softness. A little Charlie Daniels, a little cherry cheesecake, but chock full of sophistication, they’ve helped country become more cosmopolitan. And I’m all for that. As I’m sure you [...]

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