Sunday night. Philpott Lake. I am alone in the RV loop. Everyone else has gone home or moved on to…
Random Bits & Pieces: Compartmentalization Again
I have skedaddled away from the coast for a while and nestled inland for a few days before heading north…
To Sea: Feet & Hope in the Surf
I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.
Going where? The Stagnation of Predictability
21 March, 2022 Two years ago today, I was moving into a new house and putting many of my belongings…
Sloshing: Trauma, Memory, & Blurting
In the grand scheme of things, nothing I do or don’t do is of any value. I am not a…
Obligation: Buzzing around Blanche
This second week of March, 2022, marks two years since I moved out of the beach house my ex-husband and…
Boggy Memory: Filling the Gaps in the Path to Peace
I have holed up in Blanche today here in central Alabama. It has been a cold, dreary day and weekend…
Abandoning Attachment—Again: Ghost Trees and the Unattainable.
I have tried repeatedly to capture the unique texture, dimension, and outright ghostliness of the cypresses here in Louisiana. I’m…
Integral Lee: Returning to Me
With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…
Night Shift: The Anxiety of Staying Put
Last night, the world was silent, still, and dark in the state park I camped in with Sammy, Blanche, and…