I will always linger round the reds

I love a lot of things about late fall and winter.
Red flipping lipstick is at the top of that list.

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key lime pie

Sweethearts - Camper Van Beeth...

It shoots straight into my ears and tunnels to a place that doesn't even exist anymore but I can feel the way it wants me to forget everything else but THEN.
I acknowledge it and hit repeat.

But the fighter still remains

I jumped rope today like a boxer.
(I had flashbacks to this mean wretched older boy on the Logan High School varsity track team. I would run by on the track and he would stomp his feet and make sounds like rumbles, like my massive body weight was somehow shaking the track- moving the land. I was a flipping size 12. Whatever. He was unfortunate. He married a really nice girl too. Shocking. I don't think kind things of him even now.He would not have changes I bet)
Anyhoo, I felt like the world might be shaking I was jumping with such insanity. My friend Karen jumped with me and OMG it's a workout. I am sure it won't help me lose weight though, because even with my ridicoulous dedication I have not lost much weight. I probably have some sort of junky thyroid or am one of those people that sleepwalk and eat massive amounts of calories in the deep of the night. I don't know. I am trying to stay positive. I also pulled my back a bit today. Ouch.
But I did jump rope like a boxer for 30 second intervals.
And that was a good thing.

Kirtsy takes a bow. Book day!

I am so flipping over the moon to have a piece in the new Kirtsy book, “Kirtsy Takes a Bow – A Celebration of Women’s Favorites Online” that I have been floating around all day. I am more than honored to be included with all of these amazing women. It spins my mind. I remember the beautiful face of Laura Mayes when she told me about the project two summers ago in San Fran. She and all the Kirtsy girls have become really wonderful friends to me. I hold them close to me. And all of these women and these voices- it's pretty amazing.
Another gal to think about today is Katherine Center- my dreamy novelist pal.
She's talented and thinks about all the things that matter.
She's someone I want to know better in my life.
I wish you could command folks to become yr mentor or BFF. :)
I adore the trailer she made Laura. Check it out:



I will be a the Kirtsy Book party in NYC on Dec 2. I hope to see you there! xoxoxo

Well not crazy enough to do much anything about it.

I did drive across the United States one time. It was a very long drive.

I was with Julian Simpson from England and my friend Bryan. We had just been released from our shackles of Presbyterian church camp counselor servitude. It was August and someone that I loved had just died and it seemed like the thing to do. We drove from Chapin, South Carolina to Los Angeles and back home to Cowtown, Ohio. I was just thinking about how I hate to drive nowadays. How I am prone to panic and angst on long journeys in my adulthood. I am not sure when the little screw fell out and took me to a yucky place with driving, but it happened.
Back then I would roll down the windows and my long hair would slap my eyes and I would love it. I drove across Texas all night with Madonna and fast through the Nevada desert with Metallica where the sky hung low and purple. All around me were scenes from movies that had not yet been made and songs unsung. I think looking back- that trip was meant to be escapist for me in theory, but all the way as the tires spun round and round, I thought of how sad I was to go back home to a place that now was missing someone I truly took for granted.

I remember with my back against the sticky seat of the Toyota Corolla cultivating the uncanny mind sweeping thoughts that now take up most of my days- thoughts that it has to be easier for other people to get through this life. That not everyone can think this much and at this intensity all the time. That I was cursed with the internal equivalent of a mosh pit. That I just wanted to stop feeling so much. That the sun was somehow brighter on my face than anyone else in the car and if I opened up my mouth and told you the startling esoteric whispers that hid sneaky in my throat- you would laugh at me because that's what people do around me. They laugh. I think I learned in a startling catechism with myself that summer that I was indeed an artist -and not crazy. Well not crazy enough to do much anything about it.

I heard Metallica today and it did indeed jack my head up for thirty seconds or so as the day spread out before me and the kids were like beyond the fourth wall and I was back there and looking at the me that lives now. I waved at me and she waved back and it was like there was a little peace. And later in my minivan rolling down the main drag of my town I sunk low into my captain's chair and rolled the window down and shook my bob. I shook my hair and told the boys a little story about America.

my eyes bleed red

I will read the shampoo bottle ten times.
The back of the flax seed oil bottle until I can recite it like a soliloquy.
I have been spending all my spare time reading this weekend.
Not writing but reading. Not waving but drowning.
need need need
Some Stevie Smith. Some Gary Snyder.
Some Pirsig. Some Faulkner.
Some blogs that make me weak and fevered.
Some blogs that make me think hard.
Some blogs that excite me for the promise of text.
My eyes bleed red and I collapse into my bed.
Spent. Wasted on words.
God I love it.

I am going to read this tonight.
It's been years.

candy for your soul

Have you been over to the sweeterie yet?
My sweet friends started this new massive inspirational gem recently and I just want to go into the site and live there. Mercy!
Get thee there now.