One of the tragic consequences of divorce is that the kids are legally obligated by the courts to spend a fixed amount of time with their dads. In normal families, dads and children happily ignore each other.
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.
Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatches and don't take calls. When it's gentle, you go sailing, have a picnic, take a swim.
Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.
A red brick Presbyterian church. . . captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.
Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart. Death reminds us that we are part of the same river, the same flow from the same source, rushing towards the same destiny. Were you close? Yes, but we didn't know it then.
Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her. . . well. . . She'd been, ah, vajazzled.
I don't sit down to write a song, per se.
When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.
When I was growing up, we learned our history almost as lives of the saints. And it came as a shock, "Oh, Jefferson had slaves?" It always comes as a shock to us that elevation to the White House didn't somehow cleanse them of all their deep character flaws.