While I’d love to be her perfect child, my imperfections lead me down the road that erases Mother’s perfection from my memory. Understand I’m not her worse child. Others far exceed my lack of respect, but if I was one of her finest, I’d always practice what I preach.
Searching for the “real” me
My first discovery authenticated a sanity-survival technique self-taught during the early days of parenting—shut off what I don’t want to hear. That includes squawking voices. This lingering skill undermined my scientific study, however. Every time the commercial runs aired, my inside ears shut it off and I went about the business of chopping carrots, chatting with spouse, visiting the bathroom, or checking Facebook updates
Chasing wild hares and finding “Jackrabbit Highways”
Cowing’s 2009 Jackrabbit Highways juts along paths of loss, wonder, anger, self-revelation and discovery. Like a quick-moving jackrabbit, Cowing’s precise word movement is as pleasant juicy to read as the first bite into a September-ripened tomato as noted in her poem “Tomato.”
Whose America Do We Take Back?
Route 66 traverses my American life. My father bought a canvas radiator water bag for the blue and white 1955 Chevy wagon. We packed fried chicken, buttered… Read more “Whose America Do We Take Back?”
Chocolate? Shoes? Should Have Hobbled Toward Chocolate
I love shoes about as much as I love chocolate. Ever since ever the hunt for the darling shoe in the perfect color that coordinates with my… Read more “Chocolate? Shoes? Should Have Hobbled Toward Chocolate”
Hippies Caused Today’s Financial Crisis
And while all these hippies were free loving each other, “they begat the Credit Card Generation.” (I’m still thinking this had to have been a parody.)
Why Am I Writing A Memoir?
“Ca Girls” is a memoir in progress, that isn’t so much about me, as it is about a generation–My Generation. I can only show the story through my experience. My aging generation teeters
It’s 3 a.m. It’s Quiet Everywhere, Except Inside My Head
The only noise now, at 3 a.m. PST, is my stupid cell phone beeping every 15 minutes. It’s hidden deep inside my monstrous purse. I don’t wish to ruffle thru the purse to find the phone that will sing it’s Verizon lullaby and then wake up spouse. So I let it beep.
A Team of Idiots — Limbaugh and Robertson
There you go again politicizing and “religious-cizing” the natural disaster in Haiti. From here on out I will not purchase anything advertised on the broadcast/print media that help fund these old idiotic white men.
Chef Rahm Fama – “Vegetarians Be Advised”
Rahm’s face was a regular at our Santa Fe home. Sometimes things got bumpy for him, and I wanted to take that kid, and hug him until I squeezed those adolescent uglies away.
The Muse Pallet 