one of those years
-
vanishing credit
The human heart is an amazing thing. It can withstand G-forces, disease, and neglect. It can beat around 100,000 times a day without you having to remember to tell it to. It can change its rhythm almost instantly. Fear, excitement, exercise, attraction, pain, surprise—all can alter the heart rate within seconds. It is constantly responding…
-
the love of my life
I often wonder if everyone has one. Or if people just choose one out of all the loves that they’ve had. Or if maybe they haven’t loved anybody they’ve had, so the one that was their favorite is offhandedly given that distinction with these particular words. Mine? As if I’d write about that here. 🙂…
-
peripheral
Do we ever really know someone? What are the requirements of a basic human being to let us in—to be honest and at least feign integrity as their inner compass? Who knows. For some there aren’t any, because the basics do not exist. Some people are just assholes. Yes, they are. And yet, sometimes it’s…
-
out of sight, out of mind
+ I am Virgo. Virgo Sun, Virgo Rising, Leo Moon. North Node? Gemini. Venus was in Scorpio in the place and the moment of my of birth. Virgo exterior + Virgo core + Leo emotional center. I’m extra, and I like me. The extra is my inner talisman, gifted to me by the Seven Sisters…
-
slanted + en-chanted
Like a slathering of very good stuff all over the skin of your legs, like feeling pretty and mesmerizing, and then— everything is the way it is, no matter age or time of day or year or season. Those beautiful little moments when everything inside is shot through with a purely wonderful gleam, and it’s…
-
spooky
There is a strange kind of emotional self-reference that is quite bonkers: I feel that I am important to this person, therefore I must be important to this person. To the bonkers person, the feeling/belief becomes the evidence of imagined importance. Sometimes I think this can point to loneliness, insecurity, narcissistic tendencies, a fragile sense…
-
my islands
What if where you’ve always gone turned out to be a place you don’t want to be? What do you do when you discover where you’d like to be but it’s not a state or three away, it’s half a world away? Thalassophile. So islands are my deep down truest love. My best affairs have…
-
One of Those Years +
It’s about feet on the sand. The smell of everything. About people near, but not close. Bending low to choose small shells. Walking, walking, along the coastline. The ocean there, moving and causing a stir. When asked if I’m lonely (it’s been quite some time since any la-la-la) the ocean comes to mind. The sand…
-
ennui +
It’s very many years ago. I’m standing on the stairs of a staircase that winds up and up in a building that we will rehab in Center City. Built on a certain block in the Art Museum area of Philadelphia, the building was historical enough and old enough that, down the line, when the windows…
-
a drama, for real +
The County Courthouse is a cool place to be. It’s brand new, nice-looking, and comfortable. And it’s super fun when you get to go for free. No indication of how close to equitable distribution I am, but if associated history is any indication, it’s going to be a minute. In the interim, a portion of…
-
home appraisal +
What made home appraisal big fun was the all the little things… The 30 year-old roof. The redundant gutters. The exposed chimney, chunks of stucco long since sloughed off. That patch of deteriorated basement wall. The garage floor. I could leave off there and satisfy the demands of visual aesthetics, but that would abridge the…
