With another whirlwind year whooshed away, I'm settling into the quiet darkness that accompanies the start of summer vacation. I sleep a lot and try to shake the stress. It's like sloshing water in a bathtub. Big swell, ebb, big swell, ebb. Except mostly there is not much ebb. Even my sleep is difficult. I … Continue reading welcome, summertime
Update
I’ve been in bed all day sleeping because I have neglected my body’s need for electrolytes for several days. Turns out you need those. I almost passed out twice in the last couple of days, and today my head was going to split open, but I took a hot shower and crashed for hours, instead. … Continue reading Update
Dragging You With Me Down The Rabbit Hole
Inspired by a recent conversation with an old friend and my brief scuffle with quantum physics, I have decided to continue my arduous journey through the fog of this subject, specifically entanglement and synchronicity: the former a proven phenomenon of the unseen world that defies all logic, and the latter a not-quite-so-proven phenomenon that is … Continue reading Dragging You With Me Down The Rabbit Hole
dawn
The woods are very loud at night. I never think about how many critters are outside until they start chirping after the sun goes down. Crickets, frogs, whatever else. So many. The sound is deafening. Like how the gazillion stars fill up the night sky. There have to be at least that many critters in … Continue reading dawn
june 3, 2:29 am
I never begin writing with a title in mind because rarely do I know what I am going to write about until sentence two. Or in this case, sentence four or five. Here's another for cadence. I survived the year and every curveball thrown at me, and I could not have asked for a better … Continue reading june 3, 2:29 am
The Winner Takes It All
Someone asked me today what I would do if I didn’t teach. I’d be a musician, I said. Or a writer. I will tell you, Reader, the truth. I’d be a figure skater. What a thrill that would be, dancing on ice with the cold wind blowing over me. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been … Continue reading The Winner Takes It All
Winter Break
It’s 11:30 pm, but it feels like time is on vacation somewhere. It can stay gone as long as it likes as far as I’m concerned. Today I checked off another book from the 100-books-to-read-before-I-die list. The Picture of Dorian Gray. I think this one is worthy of the list. I liked going through and … Continue reading Winter Break
procrastinating
I have 18 self-created playlists on Spotify and many other playlists that I follow, but I find myself listening to my liked songs most of the time because I forget all the other playlists are there. I am quite tired of listening to the current liked songs, however (mostly). I'm writing this post to the … Continue reading procrastinating
Hour One: YY-Zed and Other Surprises
Friday after work I went to the liquor store, and three hours later I was toast. Today was even better. I had a productive morning after a fabulous night's sleep (thanks to rum), took an unruly dog for a walk in the warm sun, and watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High because no one was … Continue reading Hour One: YY-Zed and Other Surprises
a proper vent
The thing I have always wanted to do seems so far from my capability now and even farther from ever becoming a reality. I wrote a thing, a little thing, an introduction to a book that will never be written. I wrote it in five minutes (give or take) for the purpose of having a … Continue reading a proper vent
the sunny side
Living without the comforts that electricity affords has its benefits. The only good that came of having no air conditioning was that I didn't have to go outside to experience summer. What I mean is that when I spend all my time in the cool indoors during summer vacation, which lately I have tended to … Continue reading the sunny side
Distraction: a Sonnet
A calm before the storm, a soundless sky, A blank computer screen, a ticking clock, I jump to warp, stars stretch as they stream by, To the future I fly, my mind is blocked. The hum of a fan, swirling cool air blows. The squishy weight on my feet as I lie, The purrs of … Continue reading Distraction: a Sonnet
A Storm’s A-Comin’
I could start by telling how little sleep I've been getting and how high my anxiety has been, but that would be old news. More interesting is the hurricane that's about to hit —literally, though the metaphor fits. Beryl is the perfect name for a hurricane, don't you think? Beryl barreled through my neighborhood and … Continue reading A Storm’s A-Comin’
Summer, week one.
Dog and I watched the sideways rain blast by until it was time to sit in the dark on the cold tile floor of the downstairs half-bath and wait for the roof to fly off. It didn’t. And the door jam broke my toe, which is now taped to the one next to it. But … Continue reading Summer, week one.
ANXIETY
Did I do enough? Did I make things worse? Are they ready? I thought they were, but today they were second guessing themselves. They are exhausted. They have been taking AP tests for two solid weeks, and the very last one, the one this Friday afternoon, is physics. The. Very. Last. One. And today, they … Continue reading ANXIETY
Eyes on God
One of the things I dislike about my condition (and there are many things to dislike about my condition) is the certainty of judgment cast by those in the know, as innocent of intention they may be. Call it stigma, call it preconceptions or even experience that causes disenchantment. The mystery that could cast a … Continue reading Eyes on God
Letting Go
Teachers all over America are running on fumes. Aside from being tired all the time, I’m not clawing my way to the finish as usual. I’m actually quite sad. I can remember one other year I felt this level of sadness. That was the year my most difficult students graduated. They were the ones I … Continue reading Letting Go
Enjoy The Silence
This evening I got a call from a friend. Her son was admitted to the hospital, and she was waiting for word on his condition. As I waited with her over the phone, our conversation took many turns from serious to light to reminiscent. I have known her since she approached me in the library … Continue reading Enjoy The Silence
a smackerel of honey
I had a conversation this morning with an incredible woman who I didn't know was so incredible despite having known her a year and a half. That's what happens when you don't talk to people--you never learn how truly amazing they are. I am blown away, and I am inspired by the number of extraordinary … Continue reading a smackerel of honey
Drenched
I had a dream once that I fell asleep on the edge of a plateau that looked out over a canyon. The ground I lay on and all around me was deep red orange, and the sun shone through a deep blue sky. I was warm as I basked in the bright sun overhead, and … Continue reading Drenched
phantom
Bipolar disorder is a gift sometimes. Depression is what I struggle with mostly, but sometimes an overwhelming feeling of passion overcomes me. If I'm lucky, the result is something written or drawn worth of holding onto. Today I drove down the road with my chest ablaze. I turned the music up loud to block out … Continue reading phantom
I dreamed a dream
Back in 2006-ish, I wrote the beginning of a book. A chapter. I can never seem to write more than a chapter of anything I write. Not true, but the words are crap after one chapter, so I generally refrain from writing beyond an introduction. I can write a hell of an intro and a … Continue reading I dreamed a dream
Oh, The Places You’ll Go
I had a surge of well-being overtake me on Friday. That was God. He does that, you know. My oldest daughter’s family moved into a new home this weekend, and my husband and I went to Dallas to help out. Going from a small house to a large one makes for easy unpacking, but nothing … Continue reading Oh, The Places You’ll Go
I feel fine, and I’m not awake at 3:45 am.
I wake up several times a night and generally go back to sleep within minutes. There is a bit of anxiety that I won’t, but I’ve been lucky. Not tonight, I’m afraid. I saw 2:58 when I tapped my watch. It’s now 3:39. Alarm goes off at 5. Morning comes early. I haven’t been functioning … Continue reading I feel fine, and I’m not awake at 3:45 am.
Really?
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why? Hi, word troll here. A ban on words? Yikes. “It was a pleasure to burn.” That’s my favorite opening line of any of the books I’ve read, and the book itself is really good. Google it. Read it. Then … Continue reading Really?
Hey there
The great thing about having a blog is being able to say whatever, however, and if someone reads it, great, and if not, great, but the words are in the world, not just your head, and on the page where you put them so you can look at them from a distance. Externalize them to … Continue reading Hey there
I’ve been up since two am
And now it's bedtime the night after. I could go to bed, but I'm in that weird, loopy state when the words show up. I've been learning things and getting better at fooling people into thinking I know more stuff than I do. Maybe if my brain wasn't so clouded by exhaustion I could put … Continue reading I’ve been up since two am
Tick Tock … doot doo-doot doot doo
I wandered around the empty house today, bored, restless, anxious, and looking for something to entertain me. I sat in the sunny chair and glanced over the bookshelf. Touched the books. Picked one up, flipped through it, put it back. Gazed at the craft supplies. Walked back downstairs and wandered through the kitchen. Nothing there. … Continue reading Tick Tock … doot doo-doot doot doo
Sleepless nights
Why is it that I can’t sleep when school starts back up? Anxiety, maybe. Constantly thinking about what I can do better this time around and all the things I need to do immediately to avoid getting behind, maybe. Yes, and yes, and yes. My mind spirals down a rabbit hole of past failures as … Continue reading Sleepless nights
Atypical Saturday
A desperate and inescapable loneliness has overcome me this morning. Last night I woke up so many times that it’s though I haven’t slept. With everyone gone for fishing tournaments or three-day drunken frolics on the seashore or living new lives with new babies, here I am at home listening to a dishwasher that a … Continue reading Atypical Saturday
Today’s profound insight
One often meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it. Master Oogway, Kung Fu Panda
Today and lots of Saturdays
When are you most happy? I woke up this morning with a familiar feeling of contentment. When I was a teenager, aside from the typical tug of war with my parents over my growing need for freedom, I was happy. Waking up on a Saturday morning was invigorating. The day brimmed with potential. On crisp … Continue reading Today and lots of Saturdays
The irony…
Tell us one thing you hope people say about you. My life experiences have lead to the moment soon approaching when I will have to demonstrate great resolve without emotions clouding my view and polluting my words. I have endured by the grace of God. But now, having been given a precious jewel, I have … Continue reading The irony…
Note to self
Let’s leave the rants in the drafts pile.
Ha
If you didn't need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time? In fact, I didn’t sleep. I’ve been awake since 3 am, and now I have to go to work. Boy, this is an easy one. I’d totally go back to bed.
I’m peeved
Name your top three pet peeves. 1) when people misuse reflexive pronouns 2) when people mispronounce realtor 3) that I’m okay with the evolution of language as long as reflexive pronouns aren’t tampered with and extra vowels aren’t shoved into places they don’t belong Bonus) that bad grammar irks me when I’m not qualified to … Continue reading I’m peeved
July
What's your favorite month of the year? Why? I like the middles of things. Middle of the cake, middle of the day, middle of the night when time disappears halfway between sundown Saturday and sunup Sunday—the black hole between last week and next when the world sleeps. It’s the things between the things I like … Continue reading July
So I’ve been thinking
What if I just wrote a cheap novel, something simple and catchy like an 80s pop song, the kind no one wants to admit enjoying. I have to stop being such a book snob. I will never be a Fitzgerald or a Salinger. I could use a fun pen name—maybe the one I give at … Continue reading So I’ve been thinking
How much would I pay to stay on Earth?
How much would you pay to go to the moon? What a drab, barren place the moon must be. Cold and grey. Black skies. I’ve always wanted to visit the salt flats and the tundra and look out onto the vast emptiness. I would pay money to see Mongolia or Siberia and ride a horse … Continue reading How much would I pay to stay on Earth?
All the things, tbh
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in? I could have been a legendary rockstar. I suppose I still could be, but I very much like being a figurative one in my current career.
L O L
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? It’s not to say that I haven’t tried to grow up, because I have on several occasions. The best I can do is pretend, and I’m super good at pretending. There is only so far I can go with it, though. … Continue reading L O L
Ball of Confusion
What was the hardest personal goal you've set for yourself? Lately I’ve been acutely aware of my timeline: where I’ve been and where I’m headed. The frame is so small when I step back far enough to look at the span of my life. Small and sparse. I thought I’d be more accomplished by now, … Continue reading Ball of Confusion
evolution
I was deeply inspired what seems a lifetime ago by a writer who for some reason thought I was a decent read. I reread a couple of his posts tonight for old-time's sake, loved them, said so, and then reading through the comments saw that I had already expressed my love for them when they … Continue reading evolution
You mean, like, when people went outside and stuff?
Your life without a computer: what does it look like? My childhood. It was pretty great.
La familia
What details of your life could you pay more attention to? I work too much. But I have to do a good job to earn my pay (and, let’s be honest, their respect). I had a dream two nights ago that I walked into the home I grew up in. The floors were torn out … Continue reading La familia
Which part?
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in? My dad is into genealogy, so I know a LOT about my lineage. Interesting stories, mostly, and all the famous people that all of everyone is also related to. His work has opened my eyes to how connected we actually are. … Continue reading Which part?
‘Cept I don’t get to.
What could you do more of? Sleep. Always sleep.
devour thrice; three times devour
What's the best piece of advice you've ever received? I have two. One that I never share (okay, once I did), and one that I don’t like that isn’t really advice but a fact. Oh, and a third that I do like. 1) The one I never share that is golden: Bad teachers don’t know … Continue reading devour thrice; three times devour
We gonna rock down to…
What things give you energy? Iced green tea from Starbucks. Joy Jumping out of airplanes Protein Lifting weights Certain people A good day Mitochondria 80s pop … (and JT, shhh)
How to deny myself
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life. I have to learn everything the hard way. There wasn’t room for all the stuff I wish I knew before adulthood (or 50).
Tread lightly while unarmed in the presence of introspection, I tell myself. Rarely do I listen.
Tonight the darkness has found me. I feel as though my being has been dismembered, or rather compartmentalized. Something between the two, anyway. I thought about how each of the few people in my life are different, and that their unique qualities match the different facets of me. Joy, anxiety, stubbornness, conscience, guilt, beauty, innovativeness, … Continue reading Tread lightly while unarmed in the presence of introspection, I tell myself. Rarely do I listen.
am not…are too…
Do you see yourself as a leader? This is such a serious prompt, but I’m inclined to answer because I feel like writing. I do not, nor have I ever seen myself as a leader. I certainly never wanted to be one. I’ve always fancied myself a fly on the wall. But then I step … Continue reading am not…are too…
All the words. I hoard them like a troll.
What's your favorite word? Kerfuffle instantly came to mind, which is odd since I neither use the word nor ever think of using it. When I was young, I liked the way the word “Ledbetter” sounds. It’s not really a word but a name, except it is the name of a street, which is where … Continue reading All the words. I hoard them like a troll.
Not much, but cake makes everything better.
What are you doing this evening? Tonight I am eating leftover cake, which i bought on the way home from work yesterday after a particularly difficult day. Yesterday’s cake was medicine. Today’s leftovers are simple joy. Today was good.
Why, indeed?
Why do you blog? Oh, well, I used to have the urge to write. Something in my core burned red-hot for it, but I seldom feel that way anymore. I like the community, though this go-round I haven’t connected with anyone. Just as well. I don’t write often enough to maintain that sort of thing. … Continue reading Why, indeed?
A Visit With Her Majesty
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses. She sauntered into the room as though she owned the place. In truth, she owned every room she entered. Her presence commanded attention. At this moment, I had the honor of sharing her space. She … Continue reading A Visit With Her Majesty
a good 24 hours
What's your favorite time of day? Most of my life I have had a love affair with the late-day sun, watching it dance on the sheers with the shadows of the leaves against the window, following rays of light from one room to another to see how far the reflections go, and tracing speckles across … Continue reading a good 24 hours
In braille, perhaps?
How would you describe yourself to someone who can't see you? I saw a meme once. A man in an interview is asked by a group of people if he can perform under pressure. The man replies, “No, but I can try Bohemian Rhapsody.” In a similar meme, the man is asked how he would … Continue reading In braille, perhaps?
felis-saurus
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be? I don’t know much about dinosaurs, but if they really did exist, and if the ones we have been made to be familiar with were of those, I would most definitely want a brontosaurus for my own. Let me digress a tad and … Continue reading felis-saurus
life update for the aether
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The summer slipped by so fast with all my medical escapades and whatnot. Kinda sucked, actually, but I did get a bit of warm sunshine. One-hundred degrees is the new warm in Texas, in case you didn’t know. I spent the past week immersed in physics conversations with like-minded … Continue reading life update for the aether
Zah fewtchah
is out of reach. When it gets here, it changes to later. Just after the now. Always after the now. It’s plans we make and that others make for us. It’s expectations and anticipation. It’s the unknown, and if we are honest with ourselves, it’s the source of our fear. We are never living our … Continue reading Zah fewtchah
Do, or do not, …
I’ve been watching movies. The past three nights I have watched the first 5 episodes of Star Wars. I’ve never seen them back-to-back before. The series is outstanding when watched in order. Even better having watched a bit of The Mandalorian beforehand. I watched Jaws last Saturday night. I always get wrapped up in Quint’s … Continue reading Do, or do not, …
Say Hello To My Little Friend
Ah the stress. The emotions that pour out as verbal abuse. Not like that. But snapping, Yelling. Someone gets hit with it if they are within listening range. Someone becomes an unintended target. Then on and on until the dog gets kicked. You know the story. And the things we let get to us that … Continue reading Say Hello To My Little Friend
Dentes anguis Romanian
I’m pretty sure my cat got bit by a snake. I can almost make out fang marks under her fur on her neck. Maybe it was a vampire. Silly cat. I might rename her Friedrich Nietzsche.
1 am prompt
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily? My brain. I could say any other part of my body, but sometimes I do nothing all day and make little to no use of my legs. I’ll go an entire weekend without muttering a word if I have the house to myself. I … Continue reading 1 am prompt
Feynman And The Art of Letting Go
What notable things happened today? “Notable things” has a positive connotation, I believe, and perhaps that means I’m an optimist. “Notable” is another way of saying “noteworthy,” which is in fact neither good nor bad. To me, if something is worthy of recalling, a positive implication is arguably the reasonable assumption. This quality of distinction … Continue reading Feynman And The Art of Letting Go
It all adds up.
If humans had taglines, what would yours be? I imagine my tagline would vary depending on the day, the time, and of course who is referencing me. I have been called Jessica Day, Leslie Knope, and on occasion batshit crazy. Once I got a mom award from people who aren’t my biological children. I’ve been … Continue reading It all adds up.
June 8: day 8: I did this one thing today
I hadn't written a story in 99 words until today, The task wasn't easy, but it was lots of fun. If you want to read it, click here. I still have not painted the room.
Prompt at 2:07 am because I can’t fucking sleep
Describe your dream chocolate bar. When I was a kid, there was a chocolate bar that had holes in it. They advertised it as being a chocolate bar that was like Swiss cheese. I guess it was Swiss chocolate? Seems dumb now, which is maybe why that bar doesn’t exist anymore (I haven’t seen it), … Continue reading Prompt at 2:07 am because I can’t fucking sleep
June 7: day 7 + 3 minutes:
Today I had planned to paint my bedroom. This is what actually happened: There is tape around the edges, a plastic cover is precariously shielding my furniture and whatnots that were shoved into the center of the room, window treatments are down, and a little bit of paint is visible on few edges. The paint … Continue reading June 7: day 7 + 3 minutes:
June 6: day 6 + 1 hour, 32 minutes: can’t sleep
Daily writing promptDo you remember your favorite book from childhood?View all responses My favorite book from childhood is Helen Keller. That isn't the actual name of the book, but it was something similar to it. Or maybe the name was completely different. Whatever the case, the book was an autobiography written, I think, by Anne … Continue reading June 6: day 6 + 1 hour, 32 minutes: can’t sleep
June 6: day 6 + 2 minutes: The Authors, Particularly
Daily writing promptList three books that have had an impact on you. Why?View all responses Books that have the greatest impact on me do so mostly because of how they are written. How some authors play with words makes me feel more than their stories do. I can say these books or those books are … Continue reading June 6: day 6 + 2 minutes: The Authors, Particularly
June 5: day 5: postscript
Lying here in the dark, it occurs to me that what I need is a muse. I've never been able to write without one, be it a human or a cut deeply puncturing my soul. I have neither. I have concepts and puzzles and interpretations. I have physics, which used to be a passion and … Continue reading June 5: day 5: postscript
June 5: day 5: skewed
I cried today because I thought someone was dead. The person fell of the face of the planet: no longer worked at his place of employment (the front desk person was not helpful); disappeared from social media; did not return my texts for the last week; just gone. You might be saying to yourself, "He … Continue reading June 5: day 5: skewed
June 4: day 4:
In keeping with my goal to write everyday, I am here at my computer with nothing in particular to say. I need to overcome that. Let's just write, shall we? My vacation does not feel like a vacation this year. It feels like time to do a bunch of stuff that I normally wouldn't have … Continue reading June 4: day 4:
June 3: day 3: …
I prefer the old pond to this new one. Few people were ever seen around the old one, and the wooded stretch was more woody. The old trail was a bed of dirt and roots and leaves, and the new one is concrete. But I shouldn't complain. It's still a nice walk. Much less character … Continue reading June 3: day 3: …
June 2: day 2: Felipe
I stepped outside this evening to meet a big, full moon on my back porch. My plumeria stood tall in the moonlight, quite proud of himself. He was about eight inches tall with two leaves when I put it in my cart at HEB two years ago. He is now several feet tall and outgrowing … Continue reading June 2: day 2: Felipe
June 1: day 1
For me, summer vacation generally involves hiding from the world. This summer is different than the rest, not because I'm not trying to hide from people but because I have plans to do productive things. One of those things involves preparing for next year. I've managed all my adult life to avoid spending my summers … Continue reading June 1: day 1
back on the horse
I peeked into my past today and found that what I thought was, wasn't. I suspect there is a small chance that what I saw had been altered in some way, and I felt somewhat slighted. I saw elements of my presence as though my ghost had been haunting, however, and I felt vindicated. Or … Continue reading back on the horse
Breakfast in America
You dreamed you were in a submarine with Adam Sandler. He was sitting at the helm with a blanket in his lap like an old man navigating darkness in solitude. You asked him how he knew when to turn and which way to go to avoid hitting underwater things, and he pointed to a button … Continue reading Breakfast in America
Was it all just a dream?
I once had a small room with dark drapes, an overstuffed chair, and bookshelves filled with classics. I spent most of my time in that room typing on a keyboard that had most of the caps missing from its keys. I wrote everyday, often until the wee hours of the morning. I filled my screen … Continue reading Was it all just a dream?
Fraud
Today is the last day of the year and the thousandth of previous ones just like it. Ah but this one is different! Today I don't feel the slow release of poison from my pores. Pent-up stress does not have its grip on me today, which is odd considering I just finished what should have … Continue reading Fraud
locura
I've been listening to a Spanish radio station and trying to not translate anything in my head. The longer I listen, the easier it is to distinguish one word from the next even when I don't know what the words mean. I'm discovering that I understand what the radio people are saying better when I … Continue reading locura
a beautiful discovery
Driving home this afternoon in the misty grey, I listened to a song by an artist that someone shared with me a lifetime ago, and I was transported--not to that other time but to another realm. I was a living a surreal scene in a movie, floating through the trees down a narrow and winding … Continue reading a beautiful discovery
cleaning the house
When cleaning my house I begin with one task. Generally picking up all the trash. Then when my house is fully clean, I assure myself I'm going to keep it this way. How hard could it be? And inevitably, the house is a wreck by the end of the week. But really. How hard could … Continue reading cleaning the house
Dear World,
Who would’ve thought I’d be glad to go back to work? Having a week off definitely granted some much needed rest, but the cold, wet weather got me down. The sun is shining again, literally, and oddly I’m not sad to be at work while the skies are blue and the weather is warm. Time … Continue reading Dear World,
disasters
Today I'm baking without recipes. I'm not a baker, but I do like taking risks. Mini risks. A baking disaster is a comic disaster. A failed parachute is a true disaster, but I skydive, too. Other than jumping from airplanes, I keep my true risks to a minimum. Actually, that's probably not true either. But … Continue reading disasters
negatives
Writing stories is hard sometimes. I'm thinking maybe I should just write the beginnings to stories and end them with a ... That wouldn't make me much of a storyteller. But if I'm writing for myself, then the endings might not matter. ... I have the week off, and I'm going to spend it as … Continue reading negatives
extensive lung capacity
I just started writing again after a long absence. That's not true. I write little notes on my phone all the time. This particular spot here is about a minute old, so I can't say that I've been absent from here. What I have kept my distance from is sharing anything substantial, partly because I … Continue reading extensive lung capacity
the struggle
It's in the dark where words are found. They run from the light where any old fool can pick through them. They like to be discovered and manipulated. They like to manipulate. The relationship between the writer and the words is symbiotic: a mutual benefit between the user and the used. Which is the used … Continue reading the struggle