Seconds after I turned left onto M-63 I heard a loud thud and caught, out of the corner of my eye, what appeared to be a flailing arm. I stopped dead and jumped out of the Jeep to find a young woman and her bicycle down in front of me. There was no blood...no visible … Continue reading What The Victim Didn’t Know
I positioned the daruma in the most prominent spot on my makeshift dresser top shrine. I had purchased the three-inch papier-mâché roly-poly, the smallest among several available versions, for a paltry 300 yen from a temple near Yuki’s house. Apparently it was a Buddhist talisman capable of granting one wish. My Japanese sister had told … Continue reading My One-Eyed Genie
She navigates the world like any other. A human slicing and dicing her way through a crowd greeting those she knows... Smiling at some she doesn't; weaving through traffic. To a destination, onward. Her hand reaches for a glass on the table, a spice on the shelf. At night she watches the screen with her … Continue reading Far Be It For Me…
The "ghetto squirrel" was in top form preparing for the long Michigan winter ahead. In his mouth were three huge green balls. I watched as he scampered across the drive carefully gripping the orbs with his widespread lips and tong-like teeth. Inappropriately named by my smartass son for his sleek black coat and wily ways, … Continue reading Labeled and Accused
Normally talk of minimalism involves belongings-- smaller homes, fewer knicknacks, functional wardrobes and the like, but rarely does it mention food and the fridge. Being frugal at the grocery store really isn't anything new. Many of our parents or grandparents were actually masters. It seems, however, that convenience has made serious food management an all … Continue reading The Minimalist’s Last Frontier: The Fridge
Before creation, On a pier made by a man, A man stands. Never to see Him walk, On water, But believing.
I can distinctly remember in 2nd grade being told that I was "good at writing." Having just made my first collection of poems with illustrations I was proud. I vividly recall thinking, how I might just become a writer someday...which to my small 7-year old mind meant "making books for the library without a stapler." … Continue reading Making Books Without a Stapler: Blood, Sweat and $$$$
From this scene that appeared before me after a long wet spell, I realized. That...sometimes the earth does in fact mirror heaven. When an angel appears in an effortless kind act; And in the instant when a splendor that we cannot imagine is exposed as an almost touchable mirage. Bonsai
Beware of heroes-- men who claim that they will save you. They have found your weakness and you very well could become their prey. And so it was with my second boyfriend. He told me most boys were bad . . . after just one thing, and that my family was low class-- incapable of … Continue reading Boys: We Don’t Need Your Ultraman!
Your tongue brushes against the back of your teeth and something has changed. There is movement. Your fingers confirm it. Then in an instant the rogue tooth falls and you spit it into your hand. But this isn’t the end. As you lay in bed you realize several are loose. Blood mixed with saliva … Continue reading The Aging Nightmare of a Twenty Something