As I was working on a poem today, it struck me that in the English language, there is no active voice for being born. A mother bears her child. And the child is passive in the event. The bearing happens to the child. She is being born. He is born.…
I hate to complain, so I usually don’t, but I have to be honest here: Aging sucks. Having health issues sucks. Having “mental illness” sucks. And looking for answers, finding the right medication, the right doctor, the right ANSWERS sucks too. Especially when the search is fruitless.
I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions. They just don’t really fit my calendar. I mean, think about it: each new year starts just a week after Christmas Day, at the end of a two-month-long holiday spree, and (if you live in the northern hemisphere as I…
It’s essentially impossible for me to do the Sunset post on time. October 31 is always Halloween, I have trick-or-treat age kids, and the sunset falls right in the middle of all the festivities. So for me it’s nearly impossible to capture the sunset photo AND find the time to…
Welcome to October. It has tiptoed in quietly again, a gentle tap on my shoulder, as if trying not to startle me. But I jump anyhow. And find myself twenty minutes late to catch the sunrise.