Monday, August 3, 2015

Why You No Post Yesterday?

My husband's gallbladder "maked" stones and had to go! Hence no blog post yesterday. He is home and recuperating well. Thanks to all our family and friends who gave so much support and love through Gallbladder Extraction 2015.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Bibliophile's Journal

The Writing Life by Annie Dillard

A book of short stories written by a writer for writers about writing. I love how she doesn't romanticize the writing process but lets you know that it is lonely and difficult, a love/hate relationship, but that it is also exhilarating and intoxicating when the writing flows. I felt such a sense of relief that the frustration, procrastination and hopelessness I feel at times is "normal" and a part of the labor of love for writers. Tough love to nurture, no matter who you are.

"Who will teach me to write?...The page, the page, that eternal blankness, the blankness of eternity which you cover slowly, affirming time's scrawl as a right and your daring as necessity; the page, which you cover woodenly, ruining it, but asserting your freedom and power to act, acknowledging that you ruin everything you touch but touching it nevertheless, because acting is better than being here in mere opacity; the page, which you cover slowly with the crabbed thread of your gut; the page in the purity of its possibilities..."

Sunday, July 26, 2015


A favorite question when we were growing up was, "If you could have any superpower what would it be?"

As a kid I went for the popular choices that most kids wanted: being able to fly, invisibility, super strength, mind reading.

As an adult I see the serious flaws in these popular superpowers.

I hate heights so flight would terrify me.

I already have issues of feeling "invisible" in social settings so that would be a moot power.

I have no desire to know the inner thoughts of people around me! There are some seriously stupid and sick people in the world. Donald Trump already spouts out ridiculous statements. Can you imagine what he keeps to himself? Ewwww.

Having super strength would mean I would be the go-to every time somebody moved and I loathe moving.

Now that I have some introspection as an adult yet still have the loves of a teen geek I know what my perfect superpower would be.

I would be able to speak any language.

On the surface this seems boring and not "super" in the least. But let me explain and I think you will agree that this would be a coveted super power.

The obvious is being able to speak any human language on Earth.

Translating for me would be literal from one language to another. Languages are so much more than words. There are whole dimensions of nuance, slang, sarcasm, body language in conjunction with the spoken language and regional idiosyncrasies. Misunderstandings would dwindle and trust would rise. Fear of the unknown would be replaced by an understanding that people are basically the same when it comes to their wants and needs. I would be able to unravel the ramblings of political speech and call bullshit on 99% of what is said by politicians. Maybe a truly honest and ethical person would be elected!

Languages in the animal kingdom are as vast and diverse as the animals that live on land, sea and air. No longer would we wonder what a behavior means. I would be able to explain and advocate for the lives we least understand. Maybe humans would finally be able to live in harmony with animals. The one drawback I foresee is having to become a vegetarian because I couldn't have a conversation with my food source knowing what awaits them.....mmmmmm, bacon. I would so miss you.

Math, the language of science, has eluded me my whole life. I would finally be able to comprehend the language that is unlocking the mysteries of our universe and bringing us closer to understanding the big question, "Why?" Or I would understand that the further we fall down the rabbit hole the deeper it becomes.

Then there's the technical language of programming. I could write code that would change the way we interact with each other, endeavoring to bring people closer in an ever isolating world of computer technology. Or I could just write code for Skyrim and be my son's hero.

If an alien race decided to land on the third rock from the sun I would be the person to greet them with a smile, arms open wide in welcome and whisper, "Run! We still haven't go out shit together here on Earth. Just ask the animals!"

Monday, July 20, 2015

Bibliophile's Journal

Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

In 1855, Walt Whitman published — at his own expense — the first edition of Leaves of Grass, a visionary volume of twelve poems. Showing the influence of a uniquely American form of mysticism known as Transcendentalism, which eschewed the general society and culture of the time, the writing is distinguished by an explosively innovative free verse style and previously unmentionable subject matter. Exalting nature, celebrating the human body, and praising the senses and sexual love, the monumental work was condemned as "immoral." Whitman continued evolving Leaves of Grass despite the controversy, growing his influential work decades after its first appearance by adding new poems with each new printing.

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, 
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Sunday, July 19, 2015


Your voice whispered through Leaves of Grass
I yearned to understand

Read and reread each stanza's flow
I struggled to comprehend

Meaning so tantalizingly close
Your poetry a revelation

Words coalesce to intendment
Sudden illumination

Monday, July 13, 2015

Bibliophile's Journal

The Reapers Are The Angels by Alden Bell

Set in a dystopian, zombie-infested world this book explores how vastly different people's reactions and survival instincts are when society collapses. The main character, Temple, is a loner and very adept at surviving. Her attitude is matter-of-fact in every situation without being cynical. She could have turned cold and heartless but she remains empathetic even to the zombies she kills without remorse.

"There is something in his face that she doesn't want to look at. Loathing she can handle, she knows what to do with antipathy. But affection she can't abide."

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Modern Food Choices

Mesmerized by bright, purple majesty
Healthy thoughts abound
Eggplant parmesan recipe
A meal made nutritionally sound

Choose organic ingredients
GMOs just won't do
My health deserves the very best
But my budget won't allow me to

And with three small children in tow
The meltdowns are a matter of time
Organic dreams of eggplant bliss
Turn to chicken McNugget pink slime