"Self" I do not need to find myself I am myself Whatever's been uncovered or discovered Whatever will change or remain I ride alongside what makes this me The person I was, is, and will be I do not need to find myself I am myself I am not a thing to find like a… Continue reading Some Poetry for your Face
Month: June 2015
ALL the Things
Well this "Tales from Wes the Traveling Monkey" is one for the books. What type of book...eh, jury's still out on that one. SO -- let me paint a picture for you: Coastline area just south of Halifax. Lovely beaches, with lovely trails that bring you to yet more lovely beaches. I got my camera… Continue reading ALL the Things
The Things I Think About After Seemingly Harmless Interactions
Funny, the little things you remember. I remember how adults, absolute strangers, used to smile at me when I was a kid. This was long before I realized that lots of adults do that with practically every little kid they see. I would take these interactions -- whether it was a direct, emphatic smile &… Continue reading The Things I Think About After Seemingly Harmless Interactions
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.
"That's a little rough, driving all that way just for some casting." "I don't mind," I reply. "I like driving. Plus, I grew up on the South Shore." "Oh, well that's good, at least! Are you going to visit home?" A sheepish grin creeps across my face. "I'm planning on it." -- I grew up… Continue reading Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.
D’s Nuts
The story of D's Nuts first starts with the cupholder in my car. This cupholder holds my nuts. *dramatic pause* But seriously: my cupholder holds my nuts. Peanuts. I keep a bag of peanuts propped up in one of my cupholders for some intelligent snacking. It's there so I have something to tide me over, especially… Continue reading D’s Nuts
Wicked Good Yoga
You know what can be incredibly relaxing? Savasana, aka that resting pose at the end of a yoga practice. You know what is never -- EVER -- relaxing? The Boston accent. Most of my family grew up in blue collar Medford, which produces one of the thickest accents you will ever hear. I grew up… Continue reading Wicked Good Yoga
That (Not This) Abby Rose 