Friday, May 30, 2014

the poet seeketh: God in an Iceland subway station

I'm having a crisis of faith.

Ok, maybe "crisis" is a too strong a term.

But it seems the older I get, the more questions I have.

The more things I experience, the more I wonder about the veracity of long-held beliefs.

The more people I encounter, the more I doubt my entrenched opinions.

The more I learn, the more I see that few things in life are as black-and-white or cut-and-dry as I used to think.

And the more I listen instead of talk, the more I realize just how little I actually know.

Friday, May 09, 2014

my three moms

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had three moms.

She had a daddy, too. Her daddy was young and handsome and worked a lot to support his little girl.

Her mom, the one who gave birth to her, was young and beautiful, too. She reminded the girl of Jackie O, with her fashion sense and coiffed hair and shy smile.

But her mom was sick a lot. As a matter of fact, it was a miracle the little girl and her mother both survived her birth. That's how sick she was. Only no one knew until it was almost too late.

And that's where her other moms came in.

Friday, May 02, 2014

stories, snow queens, and marines: the power of family love

I came a little late to the Frozen party.

I don't do trends well. To me they're like roller coasters. With roller coasters, I want either to be smack in front of everyone else with my hands in the air and my hair flying like crazy, or I want to bounce along in the back watching everyone else act like idiots. 

When it comes to trends, I want to be ahead of the curve (alone) or bringing up the rear (alone - I suppose that is my trend).  If something seems uber cool and everyone is talking about it and singing it and creating personal parody videos of it, I tend to ignore it. At least until the the hubbub dies down. 

And that's why I finally sat down to watch Frozen... last weekend.