I didn’t love much about this past week – my cat is sick, and she’s not being super agreeable about medication. It’s a worry. She’ll be thirteen this May, and I’ve had her since she was about six weeks old – a rescue from the feed mill I worked out. She’s got a urinary tract infection. She’s got antibiotics, and I’m administering them, but there’s … Continue reading Things I liked about the week that was – an off-the-cuff joint.
it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
I love music. I’ve been around it my whole life. It wasn’t a family thing, it was a “me” thing. It started with the piano. We had one, though no one played before I started. My mom wanted to but didn’t. She’d tried as a child, but her mother criticized the desire out of her. My grandmother could be harsh. I started piano lessons at … Continue reading When your favourite album’s the artist.
(mild trigger warning, mentions child abuse) On Wednesday, we dance. On Wednesdays, we, or rather I do a lot of things I don’t normally do. On Wednesdays, I’m free. I eat what I want, and I do what I want. I don’t turn into a somethingzilla, but I watch movies all day and eat popcorn for dinner. With butter. Which is always how I eat … Continue reading On Wednesdays, We Dance.
From Famine to Feast 