There are two days left until I take my middle child—thing two—to school. To part with two of my three children this month has been beyond intense, and if I weren't so overwhelmed with the logistics of the process: shopping, packing, planning, working, traveling, I'd probably be in search of matching slacks for my straight jacket. … Continue reading Counting Down
"Tourists"— must be said with disdain. They're so happy. I must push past a blockade of them to get to work, as they take in the view, enjoying my city while I work. They do what I would do if I could, with their ignorance of our manners and customs, unaware of the insults and … Continue reading Tourisme
"Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling." ~ Roman Payne, The Wanderess This monarch's dreams It seems Are deficient With business travel I'm unraveled sufficient...(ly) I'll hide in my home Content on my throne A respite voyage would be inefficient __________________________ June 24, 2016, … Continue reading Dreams Without Traveling
"Paris is a woman, but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub." Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler ~~~ Anchorage is a soccer mom who can see Russia from her house; Chicago is a guy named Joe, wearing a faded Blackhawks t-shirt, washing Cheetos down with a Schlitz beer, and flipping through tv channels … Continue reading Where are You From?
A sand sculptor on the beach in Santa Barbara, California, displays the fruits of five hours labor, the epitome of mermaid perfection, at the rate of whatever change tourists can spare. ___________________ May 28, 2016, Weekly Photo Chalenge: Spare~ One Word Daily Prompt: Epitome~ <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/spare/">Spare</a><a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/epitome/">Epitome</a>
I open my eyes to fragrant crimson flowers, scattered over the crisp white sheets that encase me. I am shaded from the early morning sun by a veranda, entwined with the vines that gifted me the fallen flowers. A salty sea breeze reminds me that I'm far from home, on an Island in the Aegean. … Continue reading Eight Contact Lenses