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Mother’s Magic Wand
There were few things that Larry and I retrieved when the sibling group cleaned-and-cleared out our parents home after my dad’s death. After all, I had wanted parents, not remnants of life and love lost.
Coachella is not a handbag brand
At raucous provocation rock-and-roll music excels, bested only by rap for how it can build you up or beat you down IMHO.
Some bands begin with their name, but talent is what truly makes the name:
Beck, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Jane’s Addiction, The Chemical Brothers, Bjork…the beat goes on.
The trouble with…
The trouble with… Fiction in 50 words for the Gargoyle
64-color Crayola Box
What do you recall from the first day of school? What rite of passage pleased you most: your novelty lunchbox, new clothes, a fresh hair cut? What trinket transcended the mundane, moving you beyond the end of summer’s opportunities for mayhem?
The Flu Flew
I was cuddled in blankets up to my chin just a few hours earlier, my chest heaving after each volcanic cough. The Flu Siege had snared me, synced with Spring’s weather change, despite my near-hermit ways. The churlish cherry of Luden’s had replaced my favorite Beaujolais. With crumpled Kleenexes as coasters.
Life as a Miracle: Lost and Found
This is the saga of newlyweds to be feted in our home. Their families resided in total in the Boston area and wouldn’t spring for airfare. My husband, Larry, was Ray’s workmate and a stand-up guy and, since the young couple’s chapel wedding would occur on our 7th wedding anniversary, we volunteered to stand-in. The luckiness of coincidence, the brilliance of fate, the quiet and prevailing spirit of God collided with kharma in triune.
It’s the story of lost and found.
Ambivalent America
Ambivalence pervades America. Fear lurks, invading souls. As peers freely espouse hatred – especially those who espouse Christian values of acceptance and love, I long to invoke a freedom to plug my ears. Perhaps that’s why so many younger folk walk about with earbuds…
In fact, divergence of mind set and values was embedded in our country’s DNA. Our founding fathers were a bunch of experimental roustabouts, polarized yet able to work through the schismatic feel.
I feel up-ended, too. Out-of-sync, in the quick sand of change – and not the monetary kind. I am doing my best to adjust to the earthquake shifts of ideation, accelerated way beyond the Mayberry RFD pace which typified tiny town America where I grew up a few over fifty years ago.
Fancy plushitous
Plantar facitis – I have it again.
Oopsy, the shoes I’ve been wearing.
Oopsy, a mash-up of syllables and sounds again.
Co-opetition
Co-opetition is an example of portmanteau, defined by the great linguist Humpty Dumpty as a term that has “two meanings packed up into one word.” May they make you chortle (chuckle + snort) if you don’t find them mimsy (miserable + flimsy).
Humpty Dumpty was a good egg, multi-talented and not scramble-brained. He liked word play as much as I do. Splencandidly better than great.
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