Duma Key
Some time ago, I likened good horror to good sex. Which means that in the past two weeks while I’ve been reading Stephen King’s latest book Duma Key, I’ve been having the shag of my life. Edgar Freemantle is a wounded man, both physically and emotionally. A horrific jobsite accident has left him one armed,…
A Smattering of Reality Shows
A little while ago, Allyson left a comment inquiring about when I was not going to post about reality shows. Well, ask and ye shall receive! One of the reasons I’ve waited this long with this type of post is that I’m not watching a lot of TV these days, including reality shows. After the…
Thoughts of Pain & What Comes with It
I’ve been thinking about pain lately. Because I can’t do much (still) and there it is, handily settled into my right arm, offering itself up for introspection. Or to be more accurate, I’ve been thinking about pain and stupidity, because there’s been quite a bit of that, too. Pain ripples. It starts out localized in…
Make My Day
In my almost 3 years of blogging (wow, has it really been three years?), I’ve never been meme’d. Until now, when both Carrie and Helen told me that I Made Their Day and now it’s my turn. Naturally, being me, I have been twisting myself into a pretzel about having to choose only 10 blogs…
Dear Winter
Dear Winter, We need to talk. I realize you’re busy with the snow production, as well as the freezing rain and blustery winds, but if you wouldn’t mind taking a break for a moment? Thanks much. You and I have always had a somewhat testy relationship, but I’d like to believe that I’ve learned to…
Pluck: The Myth of Overcoming Illness and Disability
The other day, as I was doing preliminary research for how I was going to spend my two allotted monthly credits at Audible, I came across a new release called Strong at the Broken Places: Voices of Illness, a Chorus of Hope, which looks pretty interesting. I haven’t fully made up my mind yet, but…
Silent Poetry Reading: Thomas Traherne
I’d almost forgotten about the Bloggers’ Silent Poetry Reading that has happened for three years now on the Feast of St. Brigid, but I think I can get in under the wire. This year, I’m going to be posting part of a poem by Thomas Traherne, who entered my life in a completely sneaky and…
Selfcontrol
The Tech God came over last night to change the battery in my iPod and I am eternally grateful, because for every four hours of charge time, it gave me 2 1/2 hours of play and who can read books like that? So, after he’s finished his dinner, he gets out the tools and starts…