My mother’s name is Gale. It is my middle name, as her middle name is my grandmother’s name. Two definitions of Gale are: 1.a very strong wind. 2.a noisy outburst: a gale of laughter filled the room. Both of these definitions fit my mom well. My mom doesn’t sit still for long. She was always… Continue reading

There’s been an awful lot of storms lately. This weekend, I observed blackness parading across the sky, throwing down giant handfuls of rain on the earth below. The ceiling of the atmosphere begin to crack, zig zagged white strikes revealing purple under tones. I love storms. I can get caught up in them, lose myself… Continue reading

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I am surprised at who I am. My face is full, not fat or anything, but full. I used to be so narrow, wispy, like there was nothing to me. For so long, I  felt so awkward and one dimensional. I was tall and… Continue reading

I’ve realized my last few posts have not exactly been light reading. Church abuse, cults, terrorists, sick orphans. It’s fine, I am not exactly into humor writing. But, believe it or not, I can write about things that are not so intense. Sometimes. Here is my attempt. Yesterday I went to try to get my… Continue reading

Life is not what it used to be, but it is still good. Better, even. Growing up is such a weird thing. I feel strung out on this odd tense wire of being a child and an adult, not knowing what childlike things to keep before your heart turns cold, and what things to trade… Continue reading

My roomie Mere and I were on the way back from Wal-Mart today, driving down Cooper street and she was telling me about how she had a weird dream within a dream. I have had several of those lately as well. I think we may have all been a little bit affected by Inception. I… Continue reading

I just spent a week in the Florida keys and it felt a lot like a clearing of my mind, a softening of my demeanor, a time of grace. So often my thoughts are swallows trapped in an attic, beating against the roof until they grow weary and broken. That week, there was stillness. I… Continue reading

It’s about 8 am and the sun is streaming in through the window that spans across like a wall at an unmentioned corporate coffee shop. Well-made vanilla lattes, big windows and wispy rolling clouds make for a clear mind, something that has been a rarity as of late. The orchestra of daily human interaction plays… Continue reading

There is a story I will never forget, told by the Hebrew scholar, Ray Vanderlaan. As a Rabbi was walking one nigh, he came to a wall surrounding a fortress. As he approached the wall, a guard shouted down at him, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” To which the Rabbi replied,… Continue reading