There are two green metal boxes in my attic. I am not sure, but I think there were once used for gun cartridges. They are Canadian military issue. They don’t hold anything deadly anymore. Just old love letters, none of mine.
It’s early, grey morning. I’ve made tea, and now it’s cooling on the counter. I [...]
Category Archives: Love-ish-ness
Post Script from Elizabethtown
A Wopat Affair
Last night, I went to see A Catered Affair at the Thomas Kerr Theatre on Broadway. This was a fluke: one of the board members where I work called and said she had spare tickets for that evening, so I was off on the train to the city a few hours later.
Tom Wopat was a [...]
A Stream Running Up a Mountain
O, love is never easy
It’s almost always out of your way.
It’s not the path of least resistance.
It’s not some words you get to say.
He is rough and she is gentle. He is smooth and she rocks like ice in gin. He is jittery and patient. She is cool and hot.
I love them.
My friends are splitting [...]
The Bad Wife
That’s Me… The bad wife, the bad influence. The pancake and pale ale pusher. This photo (at right) illustrates the crazed result.
My hubby has been trying to slim down and he’s been doing a great job of it, despite my existence. Perhaps you’ve read the blog he shares with my brother, Loser In Laws, or [...]
Roof Over Head
Guest Post from Grinder
There was a homeless guy on the square, all smiles with his hands out and when you gave him change he was bless you and thank you and you would feel good.
One day I walked out of Walgreens and there he was with a newspaper. I reached in and gave him some [...]
A Way to Occupy Her Time
Photographer Julia Margaret Cameron took up her “hobby” at 49.
The camera was a gift from her family, a way to occupy her time while her husband traveled for work. She set up her own darkroom at their home on the Isle of Wight. She kept a journal.
She presented her own portfolio to the British Museum [...]
Bye-Bye Miss American Pie
One of the biggest downsides to being married is the slim-to-none chance of ever-again receiving a mix tape. Mix tapes, of course, aren’t tapes at all. And this is not because they really AREN’T tapes anymore.
Mix tapes are quite simply– love. They say: “I like you so much, I sat for 8 hours on a [...]