You used to call me Beautiful

Yes. But you became sloppy and mad. You became hateful and uninterested. You became narcissistic and bigoted. You became disgusting and self centered. You stopped caring and being sympathetic. You were right even though you weren't.

What are the results?

What are the new goals?

Are we better now? Did we disagree on the issues?

Did we forget that love trumps hate and that war is useless and irresponsible?

Insanity reigns?

When can we get past the greed and poverty and shame?

When can we expect the sun again?

I guess you forgot that the beauty you see in me is a reflection of the beauty you see in yourself...

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In Loving Memory...

I have an "inspiration" binder that I keep on a shelf in my office at home where I’ve collected pictures of things I've found in magazines. There's a few priceless treasures of artwork that my kids made me tucked in there too. I only add super special stuff - things that I know I'll love for the long term. Anyway, we were talking about a project at the house when I suddenly thought of a photo I wanted to share with Russ and brought the binder out. As I was flipping through these pages of images that I'd saved over a good decade of time, I found this little quote Mom had sent to me. I don't know when she sent it, but I had liked it so much. There it was, this two sentence quote that SHE must have cut out of a magazine. The words were highlighted in what was now a faded yellow marker and she’d written four little words above it on a hot pink sticky note in her beautiful cursive writing. A note just for me. Reminding me to believ...

Mem'ries

They really are like the beautiful song Barbra Streisand made famous. Oh, Oh, mem'ries.... (insert music note emoticons here). They may be beautiful and yet. Misty, water colored mem'ries. You know the words... I was given this unique piece of artwork a couple of years ago. I had recently started dating her son and we had personally met, though she lived over a thousand miles away. She mailed it to him to give to me. Maybe I had impressed her as the type of someone who might like a piece of her personally hand made artwork? A work of art that she had personally made. The first home my ex and I had purchased was a 700sf war box in West Seattle. Back in those days we didn't take photos of ourselves and our surroundings every step we took. Taking pictures happened when we remembered to bring the camera. Carrying around your Nikon like a purse wasn't the norm. It was a cute little house that sat perched up off the str...

A Flash of Time

"I wish somebody would have told me then, these are the good ole days" Macklemore sang to me on the radio as I raced to the airport a few weeks ago. Didn't really think too much about it until I was flying home a couple of days later. I had gone to visit my parents to look through old photos and I found this one of my Nona with her beautiful sister-in-law Norina and fun loving daughter Anita. They’re all standing around Nona’s stove. Anita is pouring something into a strainer and Norina is smiling, with her cigarette, (yup, this was the early 70's, folks), with her back to the wall where Nona’s phone with the long curly tail hung. I remember well the mustardy gold striped wallpaper and all of the custom cabinetry that Nono had made for the home they had lived in for many decades. This photo is screenplay stuff. Nice screenplay stuff, like, my family really didn’t seem too controversial?!? We weren’t oil tycoons or mobsters. In this photo w...

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