Poetry: Unfolding a Myth

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth. ~Rumi A Poetic Response by me. Vicariously living off the wishes and dreams of others, She spends her days lost in black and white. Oblivious to her own pulse Her life is spent like a cheap romance novel; Gripping, yet void of…

Une lettre ouverte à l’homme français que j’ai rencontré sur le Catamaya.

Cher Monsieur, S’il vous plaît pardonnez cette traduction (via google). Alors que je peux parler de nombreuses langues, le français n’est pas encore l’un d’eux. J’apprends le français et j’espère qu’un jour je serai confiant dans ma capacité à m’exprimer en français. Je ne suis pas encore confiant dans ma capacité, cependant, et garda le silence lorsque nous avons rencontré. Je tiens à vous dire que je suis trèsdésolé que mon mari a presque vomi sur vous. Il était très mal de…

On Vacation

My muse lies beneath the sun, sand and azure waters of the Carib, I must go find her for she is lonely and wants to paint the sky. – Deana

My Kind of Dirty

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it. George Bernard Shaw I did a crazy thing this week. I twittered Anne Lammott and asked her if she’s ever been so angry that she couldn’t write well and what does she do when that happens? That…

Fully Alive Coming to a Theater Near You.

Where are you in life right now? Are you Fully Alive or semi-conscious? Or are you where I was nine years ago – mostly dead? Some of you may wonder, what in heaven’s name would prompt a 46-year-old women to start riding a bicycle, do stand up, audition for movies, and write a book. That’s easy….

Republicans, Sluts and Idiots Oh my!

Oh for the love of Pete. I had a brilliant post here, and then I read an on-line friend of mine’s response to Kirk Cameron’s gay marriage comments that I decided to delete it. His story was so full of respect and grace that I feel I need time to calmly assess my views on…