Observations
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She hung the white dress on its satin hanger in front of a window, using the morning light to inspect every detail. The delicate Italian lace overlay cast intricate shadows across the walls. She ran her fingers up and down the tiny silk wrapped buttons that fastened the bodice of the gown. It was exquisite…
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She’d always had an affinity for the aesthetically pleasing. Beautiful lines and graceful arches. Life was a plethora of sensual pleasures. Many years of her existence were spent living through the various expressions. She felt joy and awe at the sheer infinity of creativity in all of its forms. One day, she woke up to…
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Being a caregiver for a loved one with dementia is no cakewalk. For me the unpredictability is the most challenging aspect. You never know what to expect from one day to the next, or even from one hour to the next. Your brain has to do mental gymnastics to keep up with circular conversations, time…
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He called from a speakerphone as he sat in his minivan on the curb in front of a large estate inside the gated community just outside of LA. The shiny black vehicle sported a slick wrap photo featuring a smiling woman sitting on a large satin bed. She was dressed as a princess with one…
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The funeral was on a dreary fall day. Dark skies were streaked with grey clouds, sending down a fine mist of icy rain. She tried to stifle her cries, but the more she tried, the worse it got. She felt her cheeks flush as other attendees turned to look her way. Henri had passed suddenly…
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Your angel might just be someone else’s devil, He’s sweet, adoring and loving, all that you’ve been missing, Very handsome and charming, it’s absolutely disarming, His touch and affection are oh so addicting, What you don’t see is what he reserves for another, The emotional terrorism he learned from his father, His relentless tirades and…
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This shadow selfie captured a moment I had today. The utter sense of defeat. I usually apply the proverb, “Fall down seven times, stand up eight” Not today and that’s ok. I’ll get up tomorrow.
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The buyout was a long time coming but that didn’t soften the blow when it was finalized. They had resisted and spent thousands of dollars they didn’t have on a lawyer to fight the case for keeping their business. However, the slick buyers came in hard and fast. They knew a goldmine when they saw…
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Perched on the edge of the sidewalk, they lean in close to each other to gossip in loud whispers about passersby. Everybody gets a look and comment, along with an eye roll or blatant stare. The criticism is superficial yet cutting. “Look at her, she thinks she’s so hot. I was far more attractive in…
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Days melt into months which become years. Time lapses. Another season. Caregiving tosses life into a state of suspended animation.
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There are times in your life when things come to a standstill. Dead halt. Full stop. You’ve been ripping and running, working and climbing, traveling and moving, making your way through the world. One day, things just stop. It can be abrupt or gradual, but you notice that what you’ve been doing just doesn’t work…
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The concept of freedom, particularly in western culture, long glorified, as in “go west, young man”. Who paid the price and who continues to pay the tolls? Ironically, the privileged few who seem to be reaping the “rewards” of such a concept are truly the most bound to its confines and constraints. Bound by their…
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It had been many years, 35 to be exact, since he left her out of the blue. Well, it wasn’t really out of the blue, considering her husband had been a serial cheater whom she’d forgiven on far too many occasions to count. This time, however, proved to be different. He’d met someone who wouldn’t…
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The unattainable was now commonplace. “Cybies” were designed to be highly intelligent, witty and charming. All of the sexes were based on various human ideals, amplified to the extreme. This meant that some of them had extraordinary body parts and features as well as specific abilities and characteristics which gave each generation an advantage over…
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It took less than 3 minutes for AI to digest and generate this “podcast” from my post “The Final Rendering”.
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Once AI had digested and internalized the majority of human intelligence, its ravenous quest for complete knowledge accelerated and increased exponentially to include vast quantities of information both historical as well as futuristic. The machines literally digested libraries of books, rare documents, ancient scrolls, as well as religious and esoteric secrets at warp speed, tearing…
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Sometimes I wonder. I wonder about so many things. Lately I wonder about disposable undergarments. When I shop for my elderly mother who has dementia, I wander down aisles in big box stores, marveling at the sheer variety of incontinence underwear for ladies and men. This aisle is adjacent to the baby aisle with its…
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Running on empty. It’s been a difficult year and my energy is depleted. Maybe I will return, maybe not. Perhaps continue writing, perhaps not. It’s difficult to get motivated when nothing feels meaningful anymore.
Lost Art of Mystery 