Stuffandjunkage

Hello, goodbye…Please & Thank You

A million years ago, or so it seemed, I lived in France. I am that stereotype. After high school, I bailed from my parochial, little East Coast town for Europe to work as an au pair (that’s French for domestic serf :). I was an awkward, introverted rube with such a thick New England accent that people could not make out anything I uttered, in French or English, with an “r” sound. I remember the…

“Hello!” I cheer into the void. :)

Dear RR, So many changes. One thing remains the same: the love of words, and the wish to find commonality through shared musings. Today, I came across this video , and it so struck a bell! I will be fifty this year and still, in so many important ways, I’ve yet to find my voice. This professor, lofty though he may sound and seem, presents in such a way that I draw courage and inspiration. Maybe…

Some seek the fountain of youth, I seek the magic formula of enduring love.

Dear RRs, From my window, I can see it’s a sunny day beckoning and, yet, here I am tapping thoughts out that seem to need to be moved from my brainpan to the page. I’ve been chewing over an idea for the longest time and haven’t found the right words (are the most fitting ever found anyway?) to describe these musings… Growing older and reflecting on relationships that flounder or flourish take up…

When I think on why I started this page. . .

. . .and I sweep away the lofty notions of it serving as a creative exercise (*cough* daily? riiiight ;) I realize that my motivation was more about trying to connect with others rather than merely endeavouring in self expression. In this age of digitization, FOMO, and instant accessibility to every thing, I’ve found that social need coupled with technological tools makes for a potent punch. It’s…

The King Is Dead, Long Live the King

It’s a fast-receding past, An incredibly uncertain future, And a diminishing present. There’s a great blurring of everything in our lives now.  .  .  .   –David Bowie

The thing is to persevere. Or, how to modify in threes.

Random thought #867: I often find myself struggling with the idea of being too quiet for a loud world. It seems we live in an age of spectacle. The loud, brash, shiny, all motion/all the time is valued, revered, considered normal. I see this evidenced when I am with my now children (twin boys), and they are playing with their classmates. There are no low-frequency kids in their midst. What would…

Hey, again, RR, Whoo Hoo! I’m kinda/sorta on a roll (not really :). But all silly aside, I have been chewing on idea for a while, and today, I’m going to try my best to put it to print. Let’s see, how to begin . . . I suspect for most of us, when we meet new peeps (be they potential friends, biz partners, or lovahs) we tend to first, instinctively, show our sanitized selves *rather* than our true…

Here’s a bit of inspiration

Hello, Relevant Readers, I won’t even start with a mea culpa, we all know the skinny: life intervenes. What is that saying? “Life happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Many moments, the impulse arrives to write and then just pulses on past. Meh, such is life. In any case, HEY, FRIEND! Hope all is faboosh in your world … or is, at the very least, creeping toward that. In my previous life,…

Those Pesky OKC questions

Greetings Relevant Readers!

Isn’t it funny how certain experiences linger and haunt the brain pan? I’ve been reflecting a skoshy bit lately on the whole OKC indoctrination I underwent, oh, about a year ago now. The trepidation of opening an account to be potentially inspected by all of Lezbeeshundom was daunting. Eeep! This feeling was quickly followed by the rush of answering all those questions…

So much to blather on about!? Where to start? Why at the in the middle, of course!

Hello, Relevant Readers!

My, oh, my! How has it been *gasp* nearly half a year since last I visited these web waves? Well, I’ll spare you the mundane and tawdry. Suffice to say, I’m back! Or at least trying to be.

So much has been flittering about in my noggin of late. I so wish I could tap the screen and have these thoughts pour forth. Sadly, until that day that mothership Apple creates that…

“Good Lord in Heaven!” exclaims the agnostic . . .

Dear Relevant Reader,

Has it really, truly, honest to good gawd been nearly two months since last I rambled at you? Well, as the calender tells no lies, it has. I write this new post with equal measure displayed slumped shoulders and snarled upper lip, “I will post today! I need to get my writing on, I got something to say, yea, yah, that’s it! I do!”

Ahem.

Well, lovies, the long and the short…

Writing is a Bitch

Sometimes I think I won’t write anything, ever again. My inner critic gets the best of me. It insinuates and mumbles that myparticular head trips have little relevance or interest to the world at large. And though I know this is where I should be entertaining all those loverly contradictions, “Nonononoo, what you share is important, lalalalallalalala,” and just get over my bad self to write…

Observe What Is. . .

Mariel is fantastically creative, funny, dear, clever, and perfectly imperfect . . .as are we all. We’re sitting on her porch, catching up. It’s been ages. The neighborhood cat meanders over to keep us company. As I pour out my frustration about the one who holds my heart, she listens quietly and then offers, “Are you observing what is?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you able to see who she is? Who she

Maybe I’m the Stalker…Maybe I’m the Snowy-Braided Crone?

Dear Relevant Reader,

A few years ago, while zipping my way to work à la mass transit, I took a moment to glance about. My gaze was drawn upward, bright splashes of color mingled with eye-catching stanzas. . . brief snippets of word delight. The local arts & letters council had just started this lovely program, “Poetry in Motion.” I was reminded of this particular gem today. Maiden (nope, gone),…

Circular Truth. . .