Archive for January, 2014

We’re heading back to the U.S. next month for a family wedding.  I am craving home for a million reasons; I miss my family, I can’t wait to see one of my favorite people marry the love of her life, and I’m positively craving the warmth of the Florida sun on my skin. I am even going bikini shopping!

The fact that I have to be stood next to young, gorgeous women half my age in a bridesmaids dress for several hours has kept me pretty committed to watching my die*t.  Perhaps it’s a result of my hunger pains, but I find myself fixated on the foods that I want to eat when I get back to the U.S. I’ve decided that after the wedding I will not count calories or limit anything until we return to the UK.  I’ve got so many things on the list that I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to fit them all in (we will only be there a week).

Some particular cravings that I’ve had since we’ve lived in the UK are diner breakfasts.  I can’t wait to have a breakfast like I used to get at Nick’s in Dallas. I miss you, Nick’s.  You were the best diner ever.  Or maybe some real biscuits and gravy (yes, please!). I’d like a waffle that isn’t covered in ice cream and caramel sauce.  Waffles are for breakfast, not dessert! Hash browns are anticipated.

I’m also, of course, going to indulge in some Mexican food.  Real carne asada burritos with lots of fresh guacamole. If I can find them, freshly made tortillas right from the grill, slathered in butter like they do at the Old Town Cafe in San Diego.

DH and I are both looking forward to an American style steak somewhere – when you order it medium rare and it comes out, well, medium rare! And moist and soft and not overcooked.  Yes.  *drool*

And, since we’ll be in Florida anyway, I will absolutely have to have my favorite dessert ever – Key Lime Pie.  Believe it or not, Publix makes one of the best I’ve ever had.  I hope that hasn’t changed!

I am sure by the time I feed all my cravings, I’ll fit in neither the Bridesmaid dress or the bikini any longer.

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Why The Writing Works

You know how when you’ve had a really long week, or just a really long day, or it was just really, really hard to get out of the bed, and you’re sitting in front of your computer screen or your notebook looking down at your fingers on the keyboard or your pencil, and they just. won’t. move? Yeah, you do. All writers have that feeling every now and again.  

I don’t call it writer’s block; I call it The Fog or maybe The Mist. Oooooh. Spooky. Your brain feels cloaked in cheesecloth. Why cheesecloth? I don’t know. It’s the image that came to mind. The problem is unwrapping your brain. Clearing The Fog. When my brain is covered in cheesecloth, I like to go to my craft books. And my favorite craft book for cheesecloth removal is The Poet’s Companion by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux.

Recently, I was trying…

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One thing about blogging regularly and being subscribed to poetry blogs is that I am finding new voices. I like this voice.

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when we watched the sun
skinny dip off the tip
of the earth?
You could’ve sworn you heard
the splash of colors
hit the sky and drip
back into your eyes.

the amber,
the embers we tempered,
we tampered to glow
as we smoldered our souls
to burn
just as slowly,
wholly for one another?

the eve when our atoms
first met,
our tainted genesis
we could never forget.

When “I miss you”
felt crippled and maimed,
weak and estranged
escaping our tongues,
hollow as breath
evading our lungs;
when our essence,
our electrons thirsted,
yearned for the valence
of each others.

No one dared
to skin our proximity,
our affinity,
closer than milliseconds.
We addressed each other
in first person
as if our genes
were stitched at the seams,
an affixed eclipse
of identities.

when our infinity,
“forever and a day”
was once…

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Temperate words build
crenelated barriers;
a fortress of reeds.

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The following link is an interesting post from a person with Autism, addressing self-stimulatory  behaviors.  I remember in the early days of DS’s diagnosis being really concerned about stims.  His stims are large, gross motor stims that get more noticeable as his body grows larger (he is now taller than I am).  But you know what? He processes thoughts while he is stimming.  And he comes to conclusions while he is stimming.  Much like I do, when I twirl a strand of hair around my finger tip and flick it against my ear, or my lip.  This is a stim.  Many people have them.  Get over it.

Socially Inappropriate.

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