Silence finally falls. The dove gray skies lit by only a sliver, like a cutaway crescent that promises an endless expanse of light behind ( Read more... )

I like the weekend, although there is usually no distinct demarcation in my life that says "this is the weekend." It just feels lazier, especially with the dove-gray skies above, the light April rains, and the fuzzy headedness that follows a night of many gin tonics in the kitchen, accompanied by raucous laughter.

I am so grateful for these times.

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I don't know why this is so hilarious (maybe the Mexican martini?), but it is.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090424/ap_on_fe_st/odd_bridge_fall

Goddamn hilarious.

The human race is surely on a crash course with extinction. Please?

Sometimes I wonder how anyone can take it: the up and the down, the throbbing uncertainty of the night and the endless string of tomorrows coursing down their smooth backs like strings of dark pearls; unseen, but determinedly there ( Read more... )

The rain outside is a salve for the sere season past. It is a raging river, falling slivers at a time, mad-dancing, crazymaking on the tin roof out back, tapping on the bedroom windows inviting slumberers to stay a bit longer, satisfy the senses between the sheets ( Read more... )

It will never be just once more. It will always swallow it's own tail, an infinite loop of wanting and remembering ( Read more... )

Tender times, the sun and recent rains coaxing all manner of shoots from the softened soil; the drawn-out sickness and weakness exposing personal sensitivities and vulnerabilities. And there is goodness in the weakening of facade, in the examination of self ( Read more... )

Long story short: Dingo left alone in new house. Chip leaves window cracked. Huge windstorm sweeps into town.

Every surface is howling. My baby is gone. I can't stop crying. Fuck everything.

Yes, Yes, YES!! We are officially home owners in Austin, Texas.

Sonofagun, it has taken a lot out of me these past few weeks, but we are doing it. I missed Mardi Gras, but for a more far-sighted goal: putting down some damn roots.

I am really feeling a lot more like a grown up right now than I have in a very long time. Thank you, Universe!

This Christmas was the best in recent memory, for a multitude of reasons. My cousins, so grown up, so lively, funny, talented and delightful, they added a new dimension to the mix, the burgeoning adulthood of college, the nascent young adults emerging in high school. We wiled away our hours playing online Boggle, solving crosswords, completing a ( Read more... )