the summer of 69: 181/365

the summer of 69: 181/365

My mother used to say things like, “I bet you’re never going to have to wear a girdle.” That is, she used to say them up until the summer of 1969. That summer I was staying with my grandparents in Mobile, Alabama. I was twelve. It was the summer of...
blah: 179/365

blah: 179/365

I had one of those days where I didn’t feel quite right. Nothing was wrong, but it was as if I were plodding through water. No energy. Hard to get anything done. Blah. ~  365 true things about me why this daily...
books: 176/365

books: 176/365

A long, long time ago, I put the books in my study in alphabetical order, with a separate section for poetry and writing. Later I added a separate section for essays, and another for unread classics. Spurs began to shoot off. There’s the tower of unread books,...
nice: 174/365

nice: 174/365

Everyone was so nice on the airplane and in the airport this morning–the flight attendants, the women on the train making sure I had enough room, the guy with the skateboard, even the older woman who said, “keep moving.” I felt like I was in that...
guilty: 172/365

guilty: 172/365

Yesterday was a travel day, and by that I mean we had to be at the dock at 9:30 am for the 30-minute boat ride to Union Island. Customs and security, then waiting for the plane to Lisbon. Sometime 11-ish we boarded a small propeller plane for a 60-minute ride to...