There are just so many places I could go with the prompt today. So many. When I hear the word, “ignorance” I think first of a kind of innocence. I think of the time my son touched the hot pan on the stove for the first time. He did not know it was hot. He didn’t know any better. Thankfully he wasn’t badly hurt. Thankfully he didn’t touch the hot pan again. Live and learn. It’s a terrible way learn though, by pain or surprise or both. I think any parent would agree that it’s
Most of the morning yesterday I was roasting vegetables- broccoli, cauliflower, red peppers and carrots. I tossed in a handful of asparagus that was languishing in the fridge all week and an onion close to sprouting, mushrooms left lonely in that vented green box on the top shelf next to the sour cream. Orphan vegetables. I don’t cook so well. It’s not a lack of practice or know how. I believe it has something to do with intention and focus. I get so easily distracted and may
I gave money to the man who appears every day on the expressway off-ramp at Armitage and I-90east. I see him there walking slowly, shuffling really. He smiles a weak and nearly toothless smile, his face brown and rugged like the sign he carries, “Need help. Please.” Generally I don’t give money to homeless people directly. I was broken of that habit years ago by a man who had no legs but that’s another story. Today, the story is about some shift that happened in me as I sat a
He loved Barney even when he grew to be larger than Miles, even when his overgrown puppy-ness pushed Miles to the ground, even when he ate part of Miles’ dinner or dessert. He loved that dog. He’s a dog person and I tell people often that I think he likes dogs better than people. We discovered about a year later that Dave was allergic to Barney Fife. Dave got allergy shots, took antihistamines as we brushed and washed the dog and vacuumed or swept til we were sick to death of
And now a word from our sponsors… My husband and I make a business of building little fires with our work. We manage to cobble together a living with small projects and medium-sized projects and corporate gigs here and there. For the last three years while I’ve been working on my book, Nearly Orthodox, my husband Dave has been working on a book of his own. The Hunting Accident is a graphic novel based on a true story. Dave first got wind of this a number of years ago when a f
I could not help but think of Lot’s wife when I heard that our topic for today is “salt.” And then I could not help but think of a poem by an Orthodox poet I like a whole lot. So rather than ramble on about the other things that come to mind- salt and high blood pressure and whether the pink himalayan sea salt I just bought really is some kind of wonder working miracle- I thought I’d just offer up these words for your perusal. They’re pretty good words, in my humble opinion.
It’s been a rough week. I’ll just tell you that up front. We’re in the process of figuring out High School next year for one kid and college for another kid. We’re working on freelance projects and future plans. We’re inching toward the celebration of the birth of Christ, so since it’s my choice…and for no other Nativity related reason…I’m giving you this little weird moment. You’re welcome.
About 18 years ago I was sitting on a beach in the late afternoon. My husband and I were in Long Beach, California for a video shoot. At that time we were just starting our film production business, we had the ability to travel together to shoots, he would be doing the camera work and I’d run sound and production manage. We were done with our work for the day and we sat on the beach together reading and talking. I had picked up a copy of “Shape” magazine to read on the plane
Oh Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe
With loss of Eden.… (John Milton, Paradise Lost 1.1–4) The prompt for today being “Eden” led me to consider an essay I wrote not long ago for ArtHouse America – a kind of mash up of Regina Spektor and Milton’s Paradise Lost. This is a bit of it to chew on for the flavor it the essay: I listened to Regina Spektor’s cover of Peter Gabriel’s “Blood o