Mick and I go on lover(ly) walks a lot and I find silly things like this. (Thanks iPhone for making everything almost too easy.)
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
I am shaking that thing off. The one that I still can't figure out. That thing that made me feel so awful for so long. It's fleeting.
It's funny the things that make me feel so much more alive.
Like walking down dirty streets until my back aches,
deconstructing my mind,
getting lost, talking with strangers at midnight and
running down the Blvd. at 1 o'clock in the morning because I am young and strong and I can.
I've been telling my stories and having someone listen and smile.
And mean it.
A few days ago an old man smiled at me through his bay window, waved and blew me kisses. These are the people I have been looking for. The ones that listen and smile and blow kisses.
People can be good and I am remembering that now.
It's easily forgotten in this city but it's coming back to me and I am overwhelmed with excitement for this place.
There's something in the way the 101 freeway curves into downtown, and the light hits the buildings' glass, and the palm trees dot the skyline, and the sun sets everything on fire with that perfect light. My heart is here. My heart was meant to be here watching the sun set over Sunset from my front porch.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Dear Jim Jones,
Jim Jones was my great grandaddy
He sent me a letter in 1994 and I read it today for the first time.
It almost made me cry, not because I missed him, but because I couldn't remember any of the things he told me about in the letter. Like the Valentine's day "mug for you to drink from"
He told me in the letter exactly what it looked like and I could not remember it's existence.
He sent me candy and notes and bird seed and a little umbrella but I didn't remember any of it.
He hoped that "you and your mother and daddy are getting along fine." And I all of a sudden missed my family's southern drawl.
I found myself wondering if he meant to sign the letter " Your Greatdaddy" Because it made me laugh a little.
But most of all I wanted nothing more than to send him a thank you letter in return.
Thank you Great Grandaddy Jones for all my treats, I am sorry I don't remember them.
Your Great Grandaughter,
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I have these terrible habits;
of cracking my knuckles
and drinking far too much coffee
and even more whiskey
and losing myself
and getting anxious around people
and hating them for it
and being jealous
and not understanding why I do
any of these things.
I guess on the bright side,
I could be a smoker.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Besides this blog and my mother's kitchen wall (I graduated from the refrigerator), I don't really put my photographs out into the world. Recently some brilliant friends of mine started a small publication of sorts and I am proud to be a part of it.