“Compajaf.” A name that could make grown men tremble. A place so wicked, so evil even the harshest mother would never utter it to force her crianças to behave. Compajaf prison, more a medieval dungeon than modern facility, housed the most heinous of Brazilian criminals. Functioning toilets were nonexistent, food was scarce and putrid, medical … Continue reading Deadman walking
Breaking down walls
Not all fortress walls are stone and mortar, towering barriers, impenetrable to enemies and beasts. A façade built brick by brick, and held together by fear, pain and mistrust. Some are as flimsy as the wind. A mere mirage, a trick of the eye, not protecting, but imprisoning captives behind the fortress gate. Created in … Continue reading Breaking down walls
Today I shall behave…
Today I shall behave as if this is the day I will be remembered.” ~ Theodor Seuss Geisel If I had to describe my personality, I’d say I’m fairly introverted. I don’t typically go out of my way to be noticed, staying under the radar whenever possible. I’m not what I would consider memorable. That … Continue reading Today I shall behave…
Spring haz-mat cleaning: scoop the poop
Tuesday was a beautiful day! The sun was out, temps were climbing back into bearable ranges, and I was actually motivated to DO something. I headed outside to prep my raised planters. Recent monsoons rains, made the backyard a smidge marshy, but other than feeling like I was walking on wet sponges, the prep work … Continue reading Spring haz-mat cleaning: scoop the poop
Under the Big Top
Spinning dinner plates, balanced precariously on spindly broomsticks, wobble out of control. Multi-colored balls, handcrafted out of orphan socks, circle my head in erratic, elliptic orbits while I attempt to keep a hacky sack, stuffed with worries, suspended in the air, frantically hopping from foot to foot. My life is a circus, and I am a … Continue reading Under the Big Top
That voice again
It was exactly how it was in the movies. The accident played out in excruciatingly slow motion. From the moment Callie saw the other car rushing at her in her periphery, to the surreal impact, to her car rolling end over end like a giant, metal tumbleweed, it all happened in half time. Witnesses claimed … Continue reading That voice again
Thin spiral notebook 