Monthly Archives: March 2011

When checking our eyes, optometrists tell us that to get a true understanding of our optical health they need to dilate our pupils.  A bright light allows them to check the general health of the eye. But, light causes the pupil to contract.  The … Continue reading →

  When he asked me if I believe in God I got suspicious; like a sales pitch was coming on or something.  So I approached it slowly and cautiously like a rabbit in the jungle grass. “Well, it’s something I … Continue reading →

  The dreaming the scheming the not even breathing The wanting the haunting the night is so daunting The holding the molding passion’s not folding The ache is the nearest but never the clearest The fever is higher. Desire. -jrb

Someone took away my chocolate. Nothing tastes the same. My post-dinner sweet tooth cannot be satisfied. Not even with a cigarette or a shot of tequila. Substitutions just make me wonder why there is no chocolate in the house. -jrb

  Missy cat sleeping on the bed. I sit up, squeezing my head. Eyes jolt open to see red. “I’m alive” is what she said. Only living cause I got fed. It’s his twenty-seventh year. Sure, I’ll toast another beer. … Continue reading →

Every once in a while we are unexpectedly forced to recognize something about ourselves that we’re not exactly proud of.  Like the way we don’t actually hear other people’s words because we are too busy planning our own; or maybe … Continue reading →

At lunch with a friend today she told me about a relationship in her life that is not working out.   She was contemplating the ways in which to end it.  I found myself hearing the internal sounds of Paul … Continue reading →

Blessed in struggle through the darkness Contemplating the consequences of opening my eyes. -jrb     ‎“The Hebrew rachmanut [meaning mercy or compassion] comes from “rechem” womb. Compassion is feeling, almost physically, the reality of the other. It is a gentle … Continue reading →

I am a huge fan of the massage.  A good massage can be a spiritual experience.  A mediocre massage, well, in my mind it’s better than no massage.  My husband has said that even if someone was poking me with … Continue reading →