My friend’s butt dial was nothing of the sort. Thinking of me, and loving me over the span of decades, he dialed my number and held his smartphone in air, surrounded by thousands of fans, that I might hear the music I love.
The warmth of knowing my baseball glove is in the sweater drawer
The love is inexplicable. Yes, it is the single remainder from the love of a game that I didn’t understand at the time. A game that brought tears. A game that brought joy. A game for which I had little talent.
Dancing is better with a corn dog in each hand
Corn dogs flew high for three minutes and sixteen seconds. I burned the rule book to the ground. My friends were absorbed by the music.
Daft Punk Frida
Dalian nerve. Hypnotic birth. Danceable dildo. Plastic bhagwan. Slicker chunk. Rubber chocolate. Vinyl vodka. Detached syrup.
Feeling the machinery
He remarked of that feeling of an older woman’s soft loose skin wrapping around the bones of her hand. Knuckles evident. Tendons strung. The geometry, evidence of genetics taken and given.
Words from the white space
Words matter. And, while they do become visible when printed on a page or pixeled on a screen, those manifestations are almost as invisible as is any word that remains unspoken or unwritten.
Mindfulness, meditation and the Yah-Yah contraption figure
An inner monologue — sawed, glued, painted, wrapped, snipped, pierced, punched, twisted, burned, loved.
Sweetie pie and the sugary fire
During the same time frame described above, I was with my daughter when she smelled incense for the first time. Her nose wrinkle furiously, followed by the same instinctive and instructive hop.
Sleeping dogs and the power of forgiveness
Apologies can have an almost otherworldly power. To reach out, after having committed an error, recognizing that your behavior caused pain, can bring about a rare intimacy.
Five secrets to writing a moving love letter
Consider your feelings for your partner. Think about the qualities you most admire. Pick no more than one or two about which to write.