Category Archives: life as we know it

    To That Which is Most Important Were I able to shut my eyes, ears, legs, hands and walk into myself for a thousand years, perhaps I would reach —I do not know its name— what matters most. —Anna Swir   +++ Are you a poetry admirer/reader/writer? Are you on Instagram? If so, join […]

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“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.” —Virginia Woolf, The Waves   […]

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  “Being Seen: A few thoughts on spring, loneliness, the Violent Femmes, and what my 14-year-old self might think of me now.”   Picture this: It’s a glorious spring day, cool rather than hot (which is rare here in south Louisiana where we go from winter to summer in a week flat), and I’m driving—windows […]

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  “Whether you’re a mother, a painter, a writer, a runner you must be in training to be ready to receive wonder/opportunity/the muse when it arrives.”   I had a conversation last week about ennui. About how the doldrums are an easy pit to fall into yet difficult to climb out of. I know this […]

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  I lived with two roommates in college and one loved Joni. Worshipped would be the more accurate word. My other roommate and I were Leonard Cohen people and while M wailed along with Joni in her room, E and I listened to Leonard. At a recent work-related dinner one of the wives was appalled […]

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