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  • Time flies when you aren't having fun...

    November 18, 2009

    • Time flies when you aren't having fun... This was an interesting revelation as I was strolling this morning with my son, enjoying our early morning walk to school, well, his walk to school, my final march before work, and something hit me as I found myself noticing how fast the apparent week had flown.The week, as well as many other days, and even years had flown by as I, and a multitude of ...
  • Meet Red

    August 11, 2009

    • Red came into my life when there was room for nobody. It was empty. Emptiness takes up all the space. Red was lying among several soft toys. Women younger than me were buying those for their kids. I spotted Red, arms akimbo. I touched it, just a little brush, with the nonchalance I need to practise in my 'woman of the world' act. I walked away.There was a cafe in the mall. I stuffed myself with a ...
  • The missed eclipse

    July 22, 2009

    • I did not see the eclipse. I did not see the sun, either.There are times I don't see much. At other times, too much.I like the idea of the sun blocked by the moon...it is like day becoming night.There is beauty when something we take for granted is suddenly hidden from us, taken away even for a while. There is beauty in the pining, in the pain.I don't need to see an eclipse to experience it. Life ...
  • Moving from the right side of the brain to the left side of the brain

    July 9, 2009

    • Many of you out there may wonder how an English major moved from the right side of the brain to the left side of the brain. It is actually a fun story to tell and if you have time to read on, I will share. I am 37.5 years old give or take a few months and as a younger child, for some crazy reason, I though I could become a Doctor. That dream died in community college when I tried to take ...
  • saved by the crash

    January 29, 2009

    • There's been a tag-you're-it thing going around FaceBook, 25 Random Things About Me. I've been "tagged" in a few that reveal to me details about people I don't know all that well. I thought for a few days about completing my "responsibility" and started late last night. At #18, I rethought my commitment to exposing myself and thought I'd save it as a draft to revisit when I ...
  • Only cats are purrfect

    November 26, 2008

    • Why do people say they are perfectionists? What are they perfecting? And having perfected it, what will they do with it? Take a skill like carpentry. You chop, scrape, polish, create a piece of furniture, there are no jagged edges, it is comfortable, beautiful. The buyer/user is happy. The user can only believe it is good because s/he does not know whether it is perfect. They were not involved in ...
  • Betrayed by the circle

    November 14, 2008

    • I used to like circles: There was a centre, a circumference, nothing sharp that would stick out and poke.I was wrong. Circles hurt. You move from the centre towards a point, you travel through a bend; it can get heady but you are curving along the route, seeing things from a different perspective…you don’t know what comes next; there is adventure, surprise, trepidation and the sheer joy of ...
  • Needs and wants

    November 8, 2008

    • "There is this 7-day miracle cream," I told a friend. "I want it.""But you don't have wrinkles," she said."Here," I said, pointing to the fine lines that appeared as I crinkled my eyes in a bizarre Mao Zedong smile."Those are laugh lines. You don't need it, yet.""But I need a miracle in 7 days.""This is only for the skin," she ...
  • Looking for an unknown autumn

    November 4, 2008

    • Dust and soot greeted me on my return. I could have pitched a tent. My gypsy self came back...to what? It had been a longish time away from home. I ran my fingers over the table top. A tiny film of black stared at me. The portion where I had run my finger was now bare glass; I could now see through it. Looking at floors through smoked glass amongst the patches of dust is an experience. Everything ...
  • Finding...

    October 30, 2008

    • I have this strange desire to lose my way. Whenever we are going anywhere and suddenly the person with me forgets the directions, I feel a great thrill.Years ago when I was dating my ex, I remember how he panicked when we landed up in some obscure lane. I wanted to dine at a Chinese restaurant in a run-down locality.Why? Just like that...I had eaten there once and, although the food was not ...