Case Study

Last night during a lull in the Insomnia Wars, I had a dream. Personally, I think dreams are underrated; they are always significant (if only to know what not to eat before bedtime). This dream had as its main feature a lost suitcase and my futile efforts to recover it, despite realising at one point…

Perfect Thyming

I slide the glass door In wafts smell of thyme mint and lavender travel, too, but thyme the stronger scent reaches me first. Thyme, lord of herbs, travels first — lavender and mint close on her heals. This thyme’s a woman, three times the lady I am. I but planted her grounded her roots; her…

Words to the Whys

More than once I’ve been asked why I identify with, and therefore travel, the Sufi path. (It is a path, not a religion. You don’t have to be a Muslim to be a Sufi; anyone can travel the path, either solo or with the beliefs of your choice as a companion.) I found online this…

I blame Yoda

‘No try. Only do.’ Do; do; do. As Americans (but increasingly I’m seeing it in other societies as well), we’ve grown up believing that only when we are ‘doing’ are we of any value. And as a sufferer of post-traumatic stress disorder, I have spent my life trying to ‘do’; trying to prove I was…

‘Can’t Connect to the Server’

It nearly always happens after I’ve given up. My pot of coffee is down to its last cold sips (like myself, no matter how I bundle it up, the carafe goes cold rapidly), yet another morning’s ritual has been denied. Perhaps it would be fairer to say that I have replaced my cherished coffee-and-crosswords routine…

I did it! I did it! I really, really did it!

Yes, I managed to crank out 50,000+ words to win NaNo for the fourth (or is it fifth?) time. Zippedy-doo-dah! I’ve titled the book ‘Burying Octavia,’ and it really has been fun to write. I’d say I’m halfway through the story, if that. I had a writing partner this time, my young neighbour Mia, who…

New book. New address. Old friend.

Well, I may have had to leave my PhD program, and I may be unemployable these days, but I can still use my education. I just started another NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) despite the fact I have a perfectly good, already-written novel that just needs a bit of TLC. The new one is called…

Baffled

Why do lovers lie? Why alter Truth’s face— a nip here, a tuck there— botox that baby into a fixed, forced smile? Then trot that tarted-up Truth onto a stage Hope she doesn’t forget her lines Add a laugh track Pray the hidden Truth doesn’t stumble in, tripping over the footlights?   True lovers love…

Lighthearted Nonsense on Growing Old(er)

In the mirror this morning, I noted with dismay a fresh crop of red rash on my nose. While today it may match my t-shirt, most days it doesn’t. Besides, I am rather sick of looking like Rudolph’s twin. “Un-ex-plained rash,” said I to myself. For some reason it reminded me of the song “My…