• Life,  Nature

    The Mating Game

    It’s cicada season in my backyard, and pretty much everywhere I go. Not just cicadas but frogs too. During the day all I can hear is the whirring, rattling sound of tiny prop engines calling out to each other. At night its the chirruping of frogs in trees or bushes. Obviously, the mating game is afoot. I don’t mind the frogs so much; their soft croaks aren’t really croaks at all, not even in the sense of it. The sound is more like some sort of loud cricket or night bird. But the cicadas…they have got to stop. It’s bad enough seeing the husks lying around (although once they’ve abandoned…

  • Life,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Dreams May Come…

    It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After  ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.…

  • Reading,  Thoughts

    Thought For the Day…

    Replace the word “racism” with the word “culturism” (it doesn’t exist, by the way, but should). Would that change anything? What would it change if so? Would it make a difference in how society sees diversity? Think about it like this: if you couldn’t argue that “it’s in their blood” because culturism would say that biologically all humans are similar (excluding obvious differences in gender and skin color) what would be the point in discriminating against it? If discrimination were based on the differences in one society’s beliefs and practices how could you argue that one culture is superior to the other if there was no proof other than opinions?…

  • 1000 Voices Speak For Compassion,  Compassion

    Poets For Peace

    Earlier today I was tagged in a group posting asking for poets to join a “crusade” of sorts called Poets For Peace. The world has become a scary place recently. These days feel as if we’ve somehow slipped through time back to the Civil War, and that certainly took a toll on America then, and the violence and hate going on now is taking its toll as well. Yes, black lives matter. Yes, police lives matter. My life matters. Your life matters. We ALL matter. I’m tired of everyone arguing and fighting and hating. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you are a poet, please go…

  • #BeReal,  Life,  Thoughts

    Left of Center

    I remember the first time I ever heard that I was shy. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, maybe 6 or 7, and my family was at a party one of my step-aunts was hosting. There were so many adults and most were strangers. The only children were  me and my sisters and our cousins, Katy and Leslie. Up until this point I had never been labelled as shy, but I distinctly remember my mother excusing the fact that I didn’t like strange people touching me as being shy. It stuck in my head like a deep splinter. From that point on I was the shy one, not because…

  • #BeReal

    There Are Girls In My House

    My best friend, Laura, and her brood plus one friend, are visiting from Chicago. That means I have five extra people in my house. That also means I am not outnumbered now. There are a total of five females here, and my boys are happy about this. Every single one of them would love to have a sister. Even though they have to put up with me. Either I’m not that fearsome or I have them completely deluded about girls. But the look I just got from my eldest when I asked him if he wanted to come with all of us girls to the mall? Priceless. (Guess who is…

  • Random,  Running,  Thoughts

    My Vacation Update

    Hey everyone! Believe it or not but I am still alive, just barely. I am having a really good time so far here in the Windy City, and right now we are waiting for Laura’s ex to return her kids so we can go to dinner. So, I thought I’d try and get a post out today since I’ve missed two days. Here’s what I’ve been doing. Friday night Laura took me out to a fantastic Greek restaurant, and then we went to a pub (The Lion’s Head) and had drinks and got caught up on each other’s lives. Then we went to the cabaret she wanted to go to,…

  • Poetry,  Thoughts

    Monday’s Muse: Verisimilitude

    This was a very long weekend. It’s one of those that you want to say ‘can we try again?” But, not me. Not this time. There are some things that just need to happen, whether for good or ill. Getting through something like this gives us strength and teaches us a little more about ourselves. I am finding that I’ve finally become resigned that a certain decision is going to have to be made, and the more I watch this play unfold, the more I am certain that I am going to have to become the antagonist. That’s not a pleasant decision. It makes you think, though, that sometimes the…

  • celebrities,  Life,  Movies,  Parenting

    It’s Been A Day

    Today has been like the pic. It started out pretty good. I got up, got one kid off to school,and another ended up staying home because he’s been unwell, and I just didn’t feel like he needed to be out in the wind today as he’s had a fairly irritating cough. Then, my power unexpectedly went out. I had been listening to some music and I was writing and had hit a really decent groove with the story when, suddenly, everything went dark and quiet. I was calm, although I really felt like losing it for  a brief second. I’d written over 500 words and I hadn’t saved for about 5…

  • Life,  Random,  Thoughts

    In The Quiet Places

    Some days I just sit and think when I should be working. I don’t even really pay close attention to what runs through my mind at these times; I just let the thoughts come and go as they will. Every so often a phrase will run through my head and find a place to nestle down so I can look at it a bit later. Most of the time, though, I find myself thinking about nothing in particular. I’m just being. When I was in the 4th grade, my mom and stepdad moved us from the city to the country. I was devastated. I was not shy then, or at least…