I'm -usually- a big reader. Always have been. Was such a bookworm as a kid, I'd sneak books under the covers and read with a flashlight. Got my wife back into reading when we got together. I'll get so into a book I'll forego sleep, not looking at the clock so as not to know … Continue reading No really, I can’t concentrate
Happy New Year! We had an exceedingly tough 2021, and yet we still have so much to be grateful for. Our country nearly fell into revolution and remains deeply, bitterly divided, and we, and the world, are seeing more and more far-right suspicion, racism, misogyny, homophobia, and hatred arise. Miss Rona, the deadly global pandemic, … Continue reading Auld Lang Syne
07 September, 2021 Dear Mom, I can't believe you've been gone for 2 years now. I think of you almost every day, for one reason or another, and I miss you terribly. I wonder what your journeys have shown you since you left, and, recently, whether you and MauMau met up. I like to think … Continue reading Are you still there, Mama?
So this is ... 50?! I have been adulting for a long time now, it would seem. As my dear old Uncle Mike* used to say, as of a certain age, "I'm ... plenty." I know I'm supposed to make some wise observations at this “milestone” birthday, and sure, 50years have certainly offered many lessons … Continue reading Am I Grown Up Yet?
A tribute to Kinko of House Cooney, First of Her Name. Side Eye Sorceress. Only Remaining Sister of the Irretrievably Lost Loki Cooney. Our Beautiful Green-eyed Meowdel, now gone from us over the Rainbow Bridge, but forever the Ruler of our Hearts. She was the erstwhile Queen of Rancho Groovy™️, Grand Dame of her G-Ma's … Continue reading Remembering Ms Mau…
this one rly rattled me (sound on!) Pleasant Hill, CA 4.7 earthquake, Mon, 14-Oct, 10:33pm PST.
14-september 2019 As I sat by my mom’s hospital bed through her illness, I never expected the outcome would be laying her to rest and crafting her eulogy. Even as her damaged lungs struggled to process sufficient oxygen, she wanted to live, hoping she’d find joy amidst struggle. And, lost in dreams and dementia, between … Continue reading eulogy for mama
...and just like that, in the midst of an imaginary conversation, she uncovered a truth...
Who knew that one day, I'd strip myself bare and post my deepest meanderings for the public to shred, admire, whatever. I'm shaking, having just posted: WOW! It's official: I'm an #author! With a #copyright! https://mahalogy.com/musing/ #poems <runs for shelter> I dug out this little collection a few months ago and thought, why am I … Continue reading Poetess