Dead Money: plane geometry

September 23, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

Once the seat belt lights went off, Butch called the flight attendant, asking for a bourbon on the rocks. He leaned his seat back, and finally took a deep breath. It was easier than he expected. The reunion between Pauley and Gail was awkward at first, but they slowly warmed to each other. Perhaps since … Continue reading Dead Money: plane geometry

Broken promises

September 23, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 16 Comments

https://twitter.com/Tara_R/status/249507759115075585 Early Saturday morning I headed to the beach, hoping to have a little peace and quite. This time of year, right after the last surge of tourists Labor Day Weekend, the beaches clear out and you have the place pretty much to yourself. This morning even the birds were off somewhere else. The Gulf … Continue reading Broken promises

Should she, or shouldn’t she

September 20, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 20 Comments

I find myself in a dilemma, in a situation where I have a choice between what I want to do and what I probably should do. It's been like Old Home Week around here lately. I've reconnected with old friends that I haven't seen or talked to in years. Even better, these reunions have all … Continue reading Should she, or shouldn’t she

50 is the new cat lady

September 19, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 14 Comments

I was talking with my dad recently about meeting for lunch to celebrate my 50th birthday in two weeks. He was reluctant to mention which birthday it is. It's really weird saying it out loud... "I'm turning 50 years old." (I think my parents are also having a difficult time reconciling the fact that their … Continue reading 50 is the new cat lady

Lunch is served

September 18, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 33 Comments

No need for proper plates and cutlery as she shovels handfuls of food into her cavernous mouth. Stray bits of corn chips, salsa, and shreds of cheese, leave a trail of crumbs from table to chair. Tiny orts are scattered across an ample chest, forming tottering pyramids on her lunch shelf. A rumbling belch creates … Continue reading Lunch is served

Memento Mori

September 17, 2012June 27, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

For as long as I can remember, I've had this peculiar quirk. One that, when it happens, totally creeps out my usually steadfast husband. Without warning, my whole body shudders. As if I’ve been blasted by an arctic wind, I shiver uncontrollably for all of two seconds, then it passes. When I was a kid, … Continue reading Memento Mori