Browsing All posts tagged under »illustration«

Boxer briefs, flat files and a brief break

August 29, 2013


 I had to make a Target run today. As I made my quick zip through the store grabbing the things I needed, I passed the men’s undergarments. Boxer briefs were on display. It is the damnedest  things sometimes that spark a memory. DK wore boxer briefs. Beautifully. Not that I ever saw him in them for […]

The silvery moon

August 20, 2013


Before I locked up the house last night, I stood outside for a time and looked up at the waxing moon. I remembered texts from DK one autumn evening, telling me how beautiful the dusk sky was as he drove to West Texas.  I remembered another day, another year, as I walked home from a […]

Like a duck

July 30, 2013


In love, I am like a duck. Once I have made that rare, diaphanous connection with another, looked into his eyes and seen myself, that’s it: I’m imprinted.  I’m not fickle and I don’t discard people. When I bond with someone, it is with Gorilla Glue. DK is more like a Bonobo.

I messed up.

July 24, 2013


I went for a bike ride after my last post, feeling lighter, as if I had stepped out of a pair of pebble-filled pants and left them on the side of the road.   But my mind kept turning as I peddled until another invisible fist punched me in the gut so hard I swerved. More […]

Perhaps, the beginning of the end

July 22, 2013


I spent the weekend with a friend at a beautiful lake house a couple of hours northeast of Dallas. The house, set in a thicket alive with birds and deer, overlooked the lake. We sat on the dock each evening to watch the sun sink into the water. I don’t remember the last time I […]

I want to break free

June 28, 2013


I’m good now, mostly okay, mostly happy, except for this god-awful block. I’m stuck. I’m jammed up and it’s becoming a problem. I need to cry. I need that catharsis. I’ve been trying to remember the last time I cried and everything I come up with was years ago. I cried on New Year’s Eve […]

Invincible summer

June 26, 2013


I received an email yesterday from a reader. It read: All your Half agony/Half hope posts have made me sad in varying degrees, but the gardening post made me angry – it pained me to read that you lost your heart for gardening! I’m so happy you’re back with it again. I scoured the net […]