In a dream, I was in a play. A very complex script. Something like Shakespeare. My costume had me attached to another actor. … More Quit-dreaming
Ever get the sense that the incense is avoiding you? You put it on your left, it wafts to the right. You put it on your right, it wafts to the left. You put it below you, it wafts around you. You put it behind you, it vaults way over you like it’s trying to … More Scentsations
We’re going to try again, gardenia 2.0 and I. By “we” of course I mean “I”, since gardenia 1.0, the original small tree that came up to my waist, a lovely housewarming present from a lovely person, is no longer on the premises. I like to think gardenia 1.0 went to a better place, after … More Gardenia 2.0
I got nothing today, except drinking cold beer out of a teacup in the hopes that it lasts longer, on my balcony, and also in the hopes that I won’t look too much the beer-bum to my several hundred neighbours whose balconies have a view of mine (then again, I have a view of theirs … More Woman on the Balcony
Within an instructional context, and not directed at me personally, I recently heard the question “When was the last time you touched a monkey?” Once I finished choking on my drink, I realized that in all my life, I have never touched a monkey. Seen plenty of them. In Ethiopia, in southeast Asia, but never … More The Animal Touch
You know that popular conversation starter/interview question: “If you could have dinner with anyone living or dead, who would you choose?” Sometimes combined with: “And what would you ask them?” I am sure I’ve answered these questions at least a few times, but I can never remember who I said I’d choose. Not too long … More Pre-mothers & pre-fathers.
The carrot is walking. Or rather, “walking” is the carrot. The carrot with which I lure myself out of bed early in the morning to go dub-dub. (That’s Amharic for “jogging”, presumably because that’s the sound Ethiopian bodies make when they hit the trail.) In order to get up, I promise myself that I don’t … More Necessary lies for Little Turtle.
What better time to revive a blog that got started because of my travels than during the longest period of my life when I have not travelled anywhere? (16 monz and counting.) Yeah re-reading that sentence a few times might be necessary because if this thing is going to continue one of my conditions is … More I think it’s working…
…is this thing still working? 🧐 or does it need more posts?
Early on in my writing of what became DAUGHTERS OF SILENCE, I used to call up funeral homes under the guise of being a potential customer and ask them detailed questions about exhumations and body repatriations. … More Undercover Undertaker Writer Spy