Category Archives: An Accumulation of Losses
I have a heaviness today that is hard to shake. Not sure why. It’s a bright sunny day here in Tacoma, I’ve completed the small writing job I was putting off as long as possible. It was a write-up about … Continue reading
I have returned from a week at Cape May NJ, where it rained more than usual for August, and where I did, along with family, the things we do each year to remind us (though scattered around the country, though … Continue reading
So I fell again. This is the third time since I moved to Tacoma that I’ve tumbled while taking a walk on a perfect sunny day. The damage, as you can see: scrapes on my palm and knee (the purple … Continue reading
The self-appointed task of going through my journals feels pretty heavy. I’m committed to this chore because there are bits of poetry and fiction strewn about that I’d rather not lose; there are also long tracks here and there of … Continue reading
-1- A cat has been staying on my deck. She was crying—a plaintiff, almost Siamese screech, although she is a calico and definitely not a Siamese cat—day after day, so I began to feed her, and after I had fed … Continue reading
Here is my work space—my journals, my scraps, my papers and pictures, my writing desk, my art desk, my home, my life. Going through the old journals is even harder than I expected.
Ok, so I dragged one box of journals out of the garage yesterday. Intent is to try to arrange them in some sort of chronological order; read them (with total dread); try to see what is worth saving; get rid … Continue reading