Sentimentality …

Sentimental pieces. An unsent card – receipts – a dancing ballerina – memories of moments shared. I don’t know what to do with them all. Currently they reside in a neat pile next to pink leather. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be heartless. Without the inclination to keep happy – Summer … Continue reading »

My father …

I miss my father. I’ve been thinking of him lately. It’s odd really. I have wondered recently what it would be like to talk to him about relationships and guys. Strangely, we never did when I was growing up. And now that he’s gone, it’s something I find I would really like to discuss. Well … Continue reading »

Todays Longing…

The day is hot and slow.  I’m longing to be away from it all.  Someplace where the earth is a red clay.  Where the smell of sweet grass is strong and the heat is dry and saturating.  I want to see  wild flowers. And, watch horses graze  in a pasture. I want to know that when evening … Continue reading »

Juicy…

    I just bit into the juiciest nectarine I have ever encountered. It was plump, enticing and tantalized my taste buds before they had even sampled it. The sweetness immediately intoxicated me and elicited little sighs of pleasure.  Delightfully  fragrant and somewhat sticky juice, slowly dripped from the ripe fruit.  At that moment all I knew … Continue reading »

Cape Cod Longing…

  I miss Cape Cod.      The last time I visited was in September 2009.  It’s been much too long.       I remember it was stunningly beautiful in the Fall.       The sunlight was dappled and welcoming.        The Indian Summer air was warm and left lingering remnants of salt on my lips.        I recall a red moon rose on the first night and it’s … Continue reading »

Summer…

   I love hot Summer days and nights.  They are sultry. Filled with saturating heat and earthy smells.  There’s something extremely liberating about such a day.  It’s a time when a nap doesn’t seem so foreign or outrageous.  When icy concoctions thrill your lips and quench your thirst.  When the taste of ripe, sweet fruits dance … Continue reading »