Emotions and linen closets

Emotions and linen closets

I think my favorite house our family lived in while I was growing up was the Prospect House. Green stucco, nice porch and unique features. It was an old house and my parents remodeled it when I was in junior high.  The upstairs had three 

Navigating Food Through Life

Navigating Food Through Life

This picture could be taken a number of ways. One could be asking me, “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know that stuff is crap and is terrible for you?” The other could be wow, she is really enjoying herself and eating what 

Good

Good

We only have so much time. We only have so many opportunities. Do we take them? Do we really take them? Do we even see them? Or do we just keep blaming and being negative when things don’t go our way or we don’t get 

September 28, 2019

September 28, 2019

Sometimes it really is just about the food.  Have you ever binged? Food binged? If you have, how did you feel after the binge? How did you feel mentally after the binge? Did you feel guilty? Did you feel shame? We are told so many 

Lab Mouse

Lab Mouse

Oh My God she fell. Why does that make me laugh? It shouldn’t. She really could have gotten hurt. But she didn’t.  It was the Euclid house. The brown house on Euclid. I’m not sure how old I was, but my sister, Wendy, was and 

Summer

Summer

He liked Coke. I was 16. And whiskey. I was nervous. Why did he like me. I wondered. I can’t even remember how he got a hold of me or how we even met. I think he knew my sister, Wendy.  He had a cool 

The Outcome

The Outcome

September 12, 2019 I have some notes written down. My ear tunes into the inflections and phrases uttered by the narrator. I write the phrase down because at the time it seems extremely important and it makes me think. I do that all the time.  

September 7, 2019

September 7, 2019

September 7, 2019 The alarm went off. I hit snooze. I never hit snooze. I contemplated. I wrestled with the voice in my head. I got up.  Bathroom first, weigh in second, coffee third.  Out the door. Power Hour is today. At the studio. Saturday 

July 14, 2019

July 14, 2019

The son. The only one left. Going through her things. Going through her house. Going through the things in her house. The life in her house. Life is done. Her life is done. He is older. Born in 48, first of two. She was born 

320 Days

320 Days

The face. My face. So long ago. It feels like a lifetime. It’s been almost 320 days. But why not wait until it’s been 365 days. A year’s worth of days. Because I don’t want to. I feel like telling it now. I feel like