by Elizabeth | Mar 11, 2009 | Uncategorized
I am the proud new parent of a female long board. Her name is Scrap. My friend, Terry, my home bro, took me to buy her. The store was well-stocked with skateboards of all sizes, colors and shapes. Some brightly colored ones called out to me, those with yellow wheels...
by Elizabeth | Feb 27, 2009 | Uncategorized
I have recently discovered an Ashram down the street from my house. I’ve known it was there for many months. I would drive by it half-noticing diminutive people dressed in white with mushrooming head wraps, progressing slowly toward the entrance. Last week was...
by Elizabeth | Feb 16, 2009 | Uncategorized
I have a scab on my knee. In the effort to slowly walk my Ducati through a tight turn while getting out of my own driveway, I leaned it over too far and it took me down. I lost control. My body weight was not sufficient to counter the fall. My leg was pinned and my...
by Elizabeth | Feb 11, 2009 | Uncategorized
Who is it, looking out through these eyes? What entity has taken host in my body, in my mind? A mysterious stranger. A private, secret other occupying my every experience — tasting this world on my tongue. The sense that my life is not my own grows with every...
by Elizabeth | Feb 10, 2009 | Uncategorized
I have the privilege of being in the company of my own earthly damon for the entrance into the ninth year of my sobriety — her twenty-ninth year. Iudita. A lean name, tripping the mouths that speak it without already knowing it. Mouths that prefer monosyllabic...
by Elizabeth | Nov 19, 2008 | Uncategorized
Trust:Â Assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something. I sat beside a woman in a meeting last week who I’ve seen before many times. She is usually in her clothes from work, having come straight from there, although...
by Elizabeth | Sep 9, 2008 | Uncategorized
Originating from and returning to Arizona. One dog’s story. I am reading a novel at the moment that touched on a very potent point that both myself and my dog of 12 years can relate to: The idea that we don’t come from places, but rather from events, from...
by Elizabeth | Aug 28, 2008 | Uncategorized
Now there’s a genuine tongue twister. We were wandering the cobble stone streets of Tapoztlan, Mexico, R and me, with the green mountains looming near, me checking out the store fronts and signs, absorbing the foreign words, fascinated with words as I am, when...
by Elizabeth | Jul 22, 2008 | Uncategorized
I’ve traded in running for swimming at the gym lately. I find it’s the cooler alternative with less post-workout sweat issues while riding back to work in the 110 degree desert sun. Too, it soothes me. Maybe it’s the merciful near-weightlessness the...
by Elizabeth | Jun 27, 2008 | Uncategorized
A game I enjoy playing with R is “would you still love me if…†It can be anything: I looked like this (here I make an absurd face involving crossed eyes); I talked like this (some terrible twang, accent, or tone of voice); I had a mullet; my hair was long and...
by Elizabeth | Feb 26, 2008 | Uncategorized
What does it mean when you get hit by two cars in eight days? Statistically, I’m guessing it shouldn’t happen. Not to one person. I’ll go further and say that it should be impossible for that person to take hits as hard as these and come out...
by Elizabeth | Jan 10, 2008 | Uncategorized
I went to the Lyric Opera House last night. The performance was both spectacular and grueling. Spectacular lighting, set design, and choreography. The movements of the bodies and the way the forms were lit and positioned on stage was mesmerizing at times. There was...
by Elizabeth | Dec 31, 2007 | Uncategorized
It seems arbitrary that this day of all days marks a new year. Why doesn’t every day mark a new year? Every day is exactly one year away from the same day one full rotation of the earth around the sun ago, so what makes this one so remarkable? It concludes the...
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