On the way to being a blue hydrangea, this plant looks like this. On my way to being blue? I don’t look this good. In fact, most transitions don’t hang well on my frame. But, once there, wherever “there” is, I can find my good angle and am ready for my close-up. ©Pat Coakley 2009 […]
Life
Regret, The Series
This is a series I might as well as call “Regret”. When my brother was dying, he said he had none. I’m living and have plenty. Maybe he didn’t want to admit any? Perhaps the word was too strong and final for someone facing their last days? I don’t like the feeling itself which may, […]
In the Bunker
I don’t have a dog. I also don’t have a cat. Or birds. I was at a party this weekend where the owners had so many birds in their bathroom I was waiting for Alfred Hitchcock as I washed my hands. They also had an afghan dog the size of a small horse walking around […]
The Way Forward
I don’t care what stage of life I’m in. At one point, I always feel like this ol’Hudson I saw today on the side of the road. (No Photoshop, people, but surely some crazy welder was involved.) Just sitting there in a field wondering–“Now, how exactly Miss Smartypants–just how in hell did you end up […]
Dinner With Friends I’ve Never Met -#4
Ok. Now what? I’ve got the paints. 26 dollars later for five tubes. Cough. Cough. Choke. Anything for BonnieL. Gasp. My tomatoes are in. Good thing. I can’t afford store groceries till next week. What’s in these paints anyway? Rare Truffles? Jesus. 26 dollars. Okay. I’m over it. Now, blank canvas. I just put on […]