State of Obvious

on days like this we try to explain things the truth is there are no explanations some things are just senseless we look at the shattered pieces dazzling shards and try to arrange them into what-might-have-beens none of the arrangements are satisfying so we begin again slicing open our hands on the sharp edges we say somewhere buried in the ashes there must be meaning there must be lessons but perhaps that is the lesson: that there isn't one that every day is a random gift to unwrap or throw away

It's finally here, your gift guide for just what to get me the year the world comes to an end.  This year's guide caters to the ultimate (after all, we've only got a few days until the apocolypse, right?)  and price is no object.  At least it doesn't cost anything to dream. 1.  A family and friends all access vacation to Universal Studios Orlando and specifically Harry Potter Land.  Witches, broomsticks, wands and butter beer not to mention food, gifts, and front of the line passes.  Santometer says: Your chances of going on this trip are about as likely turning into a newt. 2.  An emerald cut diamond ring.  Because it's pretty.  So, so pretty.  Santometer says: You've been blinded by the light. 3. 2012 Jaguar XJ.  Won't my ring look nice while I am driving that car?  I'm glad we can agree. Santometer says: Maybe a matchbox version if you're a good little girl. 4.  This house.  And a...

With so many tough issues facing our future, it's important to take a minute and vote for the best My Little Pony Show.  You can make a difference! Online Surveys  &  Market Research I guess you could take a minute and vote in that other election, too.

I was in seventh grade the first time I felt like maybe I was a writer. My language arts teacher coaxed it out of me. She was a young, pretty, newly-minted college graduate with blonde hair that fell softly to her shoulders. Funnily enough, I can’t remember her name or another other features, but I do remember that she would read to us from chapter books almost every day. At the time, I kind of felt like I was too old for story hour – but, our whole class would sit transfixed while she read books like Matilda , and The Witch of Blackbird Pond . Somehow, those stories would transport me from the classroom into a wide world completely constructed from words. It had never happened before. My teacher also read some of her own creative works. The one I remember best concerned the despondent life of a house fly. So convincing was her portrait of the measly, black fly that I spent years believing flies really did want to be swatted so they could end their miserable existence as quickly as pos...

Oh, hello again. I'm taking a creative non-fiction class right now at school.  It's pretty interesting, and I feel all the time sort of like "I've done this before."  Because, essentially, that's what blogging is.  Sometimes it's maybe not so creative, but it's usually non-fiction.  Although, I do make things up a lot.  I don't let credibility get in the way or anything. Anyhow, one of the most interesting things I've learned is that there is no right way.  Sometimes, for my class, I spew out what seems like trash.  But it ends up working.  I've also noticed that my real problem is not so much that I don't have material, but more that I'm afraid to explore it.  Disecting the goods and bads that make me is downright frightening.  But, it ends up working.  Besides the non-fiction class, I'm also taking a regular fiction class and 3 other online courses.  Plus working as a tutor.  Also, Eric keeps going out of town f...

The world is hard. Hard days, hard times, hard faces. Uphill. Sometimes I want to just stop the spinning. Stop the whirling, flying, crashing motion. I want to be still. I can feel the breathing, beating rhythm of change. Every moment advancing. An endless march of moments. Everything morphing into something new. Most of the time not even realizing it. Most of the time feeling like we are standing still, aren't we? Outside the sun sinks low. Dropping into tomorrow without even a sound. Just light. The world is hard. Hard faces, hard times, hard days. Downhill.

I asked you tonight what the very best thing was about being Carly.  I was expecting some kind of sweet, funny, interesting, touching answer.  But you said: Playing in my room. So here are my top seven very best things about Carly: 1.  You love life.  You spin, dance, sing, jump, run, whistle and flip your way through it. 2.  You love your daddy with your heart and soul. 3.  You have an endless, unquenchable curiosity (sometimes a bane, but really a blessing). 4.  You never turn me down when I ask for a snuggle. 5.  You try really hard to be good. 6.  You are a little daredevil; you want to swing higher, go faster, swim deeper, jump farther. 7.  You're my little baby girl, now and forever. Happy birthday!