I've started a channel on YouTube - called Lady Mae. Nothing more than that. I'll see where it takes me.
Yesterday my three kids and I were driving home from their school. A beautiful 85F day. Hot for the last day in September. At the intersection of Foster and Pulaski, I noticed a man crawling on the ground. He appeared to be early to mid-fifties. It’s so hard to tell with weather-beaten homeless people, who … Continue reading Bill
What a waste.Thirty years.Thinking. Dreading. Fearing.Why?What was the point?What is the point? Once again.Starbucks.Looking out at a university.I was there, somewhere else, but there…Half my lifetime ago. Crazy.The best of times. The worst of times.Confined, self-restrained, jailed freedom.On the cusp of life, while free-falling into an abyss.An infinite abyss.Just continual falling into a darkening, lightening … Continue reading What a Life
Hollow out my stomach, my chest, my all.There will be no agonizing, burning, stinging pain.Mostly.Instead, a soon to be familiar ache.Waxing and waning.Always present once begun. That feeling.The one that moves up and down.Side to side.Is sometimes forgotten. A sensation that is always present.It fades into the background. Something occurs.An event usually not foretold.I pull … Continue reading Hollowed
I'm looking out the window. A beautiful lush green tree. Perfect blue sky. A smile on my face quickly fades. Is this perfect day despite or because of climate change? Does is matter? Neither have an impact on the fact that climate change exists. The new normal is not normal. It is change. From here … Continue reading The Change
My children run in circles around me. Around each other. Joining so many other children. Shouting. Laughing. Varying facial expressions. Of delight. Surprise. Bliss. Children with children. A beautiful, magical thing. Acting as if steadfast friends, family. Misunderstandings. Disagreements. Pacts. High fives. Quickly resolved. More giggles and shouts. Forming rules of some made-up game. Memories … Continue reading Childhood of Children
Alone in a crowded room Quintessential loneliness Not always bad A place of strangers No one talking to each other Perhaps better than a room of knowns Comfort with company that don’t expect anything An elderly woman approaches to talk A brief interruption A welcome interruption We discuss my book and her book And then … Continue reading Alone in a Crowded Room