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The year was 2015. Not Halloween, but a fine spring May Day, and I’m waiting for my lover. He arrives dressed in his business casual best still at this point, wearing khakis and a beautiful shirt and fine business shoes on his enormous paws. I ask about his drive, and he relays a story of how on the way over, Eric Clapton had commandeered the airwaves, crying for the remedy or embracing the…

What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in? We received shocking news today. The realignment of my employer resulted in a leaner corporation, by a good amount of people I had come to know and love. It was another “this hurts us more than it hurts you” delivery of news that has left me in shock and numb. I then realized I had been romanticizing the company. When it…

What’s the trait you value most about yourself? I’m on another business trip. As to exactly why I am here is still a mystery to me, but that’s beside the point. Here I am, msluna in tow, making a mark in Newport News. I can get up and do the thing. My sisters call it the Reynolds curse, I call it cortisol’s calling. I can get up after a mere wink and a nod and hit the road. I love driving when…

“She’s such a bitch”. The voice rings in my mind like a meditation gong startling me from slumber. I recognize this thought immediately as not being me, although the narrative plays to justify my existence and protect my ego. Now I’ve been wrong a-plenty, so much so that I’ve come to enjoy the flavor of humble pie, knowing it’s usually a learning experience. Today, I was challenged on an…

As an experiment I tried putting myself out there on a dating site. Made a nice profile, cute pics. Quirky and fun catch phrase. I warned everyone I would write about them, and this happens to be post number 2. The first of many messages I received was from the King. And I thought we hit it off. He sent me a ton of music. 108 songs in a month to be precise, and not a single one was a trigger.…

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? In a recent delightful conversation, the topic of being seen made its way into the discourse, and naturally being all eyes when communicating over text, I took this as an invitation to ensure I was providing space and holding it with grace for them. What does this mean, to see or be seen? In my mind, seeing is active listening – a…

Flash back to 1993, and my father is driving me to my Ob/gyn visit in his 1979 lime green Ford pickup that always smelled of Simple Green and peppermints. I’m 18, finishing high school, and still unsure if I want to be a mother. My own mother denied me the option of abortion, stating I had already offended her, my family, her god. I was not allowed to sin twice by killing a baby. Thankfully she…

I decided to play A little game With seeds from The plantain I toss them in To begin A journey of what Held within And there she was Hair in a truss Jumping with glee To see us. Or is her hair Long and fair And aligned into The pose of Chair?  And seeming tho To be a float O’er dark crescent  Hanging low

It’s been our weekend tradition for the past few years that regardless of weather, the $15,000 golden dog and I venture out into the woods for some contemplation and solitude amongst the maples and ash and evergreen and holly. Last weekend was no different, and the wee yellow bitch and I set forth on another mid woods adventure. This moon goddess has a knack for finding the trails that are a)…

Have you ever been good friends with someone you have never met? I have, and his name was Whiskey Mike, or for short, (WM). I met Mike through the alt.news group alt.drunken.bastards back in the 90s. Back then, I was into drinking, and talking about drinking was nearly as exciting as doing it. WM was a frequent poster, relating interesting and campy stories from his drinking exhibitions. He…

Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? Tracking your every move? Waiting for just the right moment to show themselves? Once every seven days, the golden moondog and I venture into the woods for a romp. Whether it be for foraging or exercise or meditation, or a combination of all three, we make it a point to slather ourselves in tick repellent and find a trail to leave footprints…

Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you. When I left Kansas in 2018, I had no idea where I would land. I mean, other than at Logan. The Bean, to whom I literally owe my life, bought my emergency ticket, picked me up at the airport and housed me for the first night home. I needed emergency care-STD testing. Treatment for my broken foot. Methamphetamine detox – She rallied the…

It’s an ordinary day at the plasma center. Folks hurrying in seeking shelter from the cold, lining up for screening. Skeleton crew of workers working diligently, sticking and adjusting, sampling and freezing. With our main cog would up, the center runs as smoothly as the finest Swiss clockwork. We churn out liter after liter of the liquid gold, like Rumplestiltskin with straw, and price paid…

What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life? As anyone with ovaries will tell you, being awoken at 2AM because one of your eggs decided to self-destruct is not at all pleasant. Us single gals tho, we gotta pay the bills, so off to work I went this morning, doing a few things that improved my day. I made my bed. Made coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Showered with my…

How would you design the city of the future? If there was a big bang to start the universe, like any great symphony, there is bound to be one at the end. Or so thinks the Landlord. I was unsure what to write for this prompt, and of short spare time as my more frequent visits to my old apartment (this was where I used to live) to keep the Landlord company and perhaps in good…

What do you enjoy most about writing? I find writing provides space for exploring feelings and experiences that would otherwise remain unexpressed. I find delight in play with words. It is a practice in presence, of being intentional with what is being expressed. I have a pattern of over sharing when in a conversation. When writing I can consider the words and subject matter with discretion, and…

What are you good at? “Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?” -JRR Tolkien, the Hobbit I suppose perspective is important when considering this question. After having been woken up at 5 am with a swift dog kick to the sternum from a petulant good girl who would…