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His Little Brother of France
This is beautiful, reminded me of my dad, the mystery of my dad and the life he led outside our family, and before we existed. He would never talk about it, his childhood, how he ended up where he ended up, if he was happy. It is amazing how those little moments, those simple "knick-Knacks" (sp???) bring back all the memories. We had a carved red asian box, that my dad put his Raleigh cigarette coupons in, and a framed print showing a small chinese figure in front of a giant bird of paradise. (i still have this- my sister and I fought over it)- they were both from an asian male friend, gosh i can't remember his name, but I know he meant something to my dad, and my mom also looked at him with affection, but I have no idea what is was. Now that the box is open, I'm going to have to ask my 94 year old aunt if she knows who he was and what the connection was. Thanks, a beautiful tale.— February 18, 2012 4:30 p.m.
Miller Light---A Poem
Never visited the bachelor-esque orderly dusted decor - but it fits my vision.. Interesting to ponder the roads that led to the present- and wonder if there could possibly be a fire remaining- enough to dislodge the comfort, the lifestyle. Whatever makes us contented I guess :) enjoyed this.— February 18, 2012 8:51 a.m.
Spinnaker ...a tribute to Whitney Houston
I think that many creative people fall into the fallacy of fame that requires extreme sacrifice in order to be taken seriously- and once they have achieved a high level of public recognition they rationalize their life choices by attributing them to "the fans expect me to live large" . Willpower is a struggle for all of us, some take the high road, some take the low road and some try to balance on the fence. Loved her voice, her song, her light. like sports stars, and actors, and physicians, and architects, and dancers, and writers- we all try to balance our lives with our perceptions- we all fly ...and crash. we're human. Sad, but not surprising.— February 18, 2012 8:34 a.m.
Baggage Claim — A Short Story
Sisters from a different mother. In relationships with men once the. Love door closes its closed. even if I walked away just before it closed. I recently tried going back. One guy who I left when he demanded I move in or leave. 20 something years later. Nice man, but no no no- we live in totally different worlds. Another never talked- I was lonely- now he's a screamer and dreamer who talks a good game but has no character. I travel, I smile, I hold no expectations for the future - a relationship I mean- gotta alot of life plans!— February 3, 2012 6:57 a.m.
Fascination with February three
The song is running through my head. I find it fascinating the things that people cling to, the threads that tie us to other people, known and unknown, or that are the building blocks of how we see the world. does this make sense? very thoughtful pondering, wondering.— February 3, 2012 6:40 a.m.
The Classic Do Over Movie...Punxsutawney Phil say 6 more weeks
I'm back. Sneaking in a bit of inspiration during the commute between work projects. Nan, loved this picture of a moment. It's so important to celebrate those. Sounds like we are on similar journeys but I got the long straw, if I can hold onto it. made me remember caddy shack. I never watch those kind of movies. Never, almost, but I was raised on that type of humor. Disgusting, stupid, and funny as hell! I'm banking on reincarnation too- I hope to come back with Tina Turners body and Ella Fitzgeralds voice on stage. On stage. Travel, love, and sing. That's it.— February 3, 2012 6:35 a.m.
girlfriend
I had a boyfriend at old town station- a younger guy with rasta braids and a happy heart? We are tall, we connected daily but never spoke. I miss his smile— January 24, 2012 5:10 p.m.
The Knight of Salvation Mountain and Imperial Valley's Holy Grail
May I simply comment that I've found my tribe, in the pages of the reader. Thank you— January 24, 2012 5:07 p.m.
Pink on Plywood
The Cardiff Kook- a statue that has been in the news— January 23, 2012 3:14 p.m.
online dating - answers
r2 you captured it- I know the one if he's out there in this life isn't working a 9-5 for a government agency or a big corporation (could've launched it though) or even in this country. I don't have time to "look" or worry about it having 2 much fun!— January 22, 2012 9:28 a.m.