ready for the next arrow.

As sad as I am that I haven't been blahgging, it's way more tragic that I haven't been journaling. I read a quote about journaling that really hit me. I can't remember what it said [because apparently i write nothing down these days], but paraphrasing, it said, "People who say they keep a journal but…

hand it back to us.

[photo by Kate Lazuka.] That photo above is of my darling brother and mother circa 1994.  It's me, my sister, and him... the children in the fam. Some oldies, yet goodies, for Momma this year. To a mother who has given us her all, given us her heart, let us break it over and over…

i should mention…

I woke up this morning. Outside it should've been bright... but it wasn't... it was dark and alive. Then the rain came.  So, I quickly made a playlist consisting of some of my favorite rainy day songs... ...and starting reading my book. It was a peace of comfort. Then, [partly because i'm addicted to the…

buzzing around.

Morning Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perfumes, his many-pointed stars? This is the best— throwing off the light covers, feet on the cold floor, and buzzing around the house on espresso— maybe a splash of…

and here is clothing, and a good education… and here is your [brown, brown, pants fell down], i replied.

I really cannot wait to be sitting next to the swimming pool with my dear Momma in a couple weeks.  But until then, I have to wish her a Happy Mother's Day from afar.  I have to tell her how much I love her, without hugs.  Tell her how thankful I am for her, without…

like slow ferris wheels.

[just some things i very much love for your midmorning.] [designs for good music.] [a song.] [be a kid again.] [jonathan.] [coffee.] [billy.] These days every morning begins like a joke you think you have heard before, but there is no one telling it whom you can stop. One day it's about a cow who…

talking to each other only in vowels.

I feel like things are coming full circle. Dejavu... but better. The hands of the clock, rounding closely to where they started... near the top. Resetting. Inside.  Fresh.  Clean.  New. Yes and yes! To celebrate? Good music... And a toast to dreaming... The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against…

nothing under my skin but light.

Too much love.  Too much excitement. Don't know why. So here I go. Sitting in the library, next to the poetry section, which holds like [i don't know] a hundred Billy Collins books, makes me feel close to you.  All of you. I love libraries.  Duh, who doesn't? I wish I could run around one…

one more thing, momma…

I told myself over and over... I think I even wrote it down... somewhere.  "Rach, don't forget [again] to write out that Billy Collins poem this year for Mother's Day."  Dahhhh.... Hope you enjoy, Momma.  [and everybody.] The Lanyard - Billy Collins The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this…

the lips that press back.

Sometimes you need to pull out your Go-Tos.  When your heart hurts, or life throws frustration in your face, or you've run too far ahead before you realize you don't know where you're going, or things get too stagnant, or you find yourself in a foreign country and you need some you-ness... quick... When the…