Balloons in the sky

I've been doing yoga. What can I say? You get to wear flared stretchy pants and do poses with silly names (plus, you know, breathe and stretch for an hour). Admittedly, I struggle at times with yoga-speak: you know, that low, soothing, align-your-chakra-find-your-spirit-animal-visualize-your-best-self talk. Perhaps it's because I grew up in the Vortex Capital of …

Visible heat

The temps this week are supposed to be in the low 100s, which means I-don't-know-what for the heat index. Yesterday, I was driving home from our weekly beating (aka grocery shopping), when I noticed what I've heard people talk about in the South: you can see the heat. There it was, a heavy, tin-can gray …

Quills + daggers

My Jane Austen action figure comes with a quill. But check out her shadowy side: Is it me, or does that shadow look... malevolent? More dagger than writing utensil? Or both tools at once? Slay your inner demons, your metaphoric beasts, your Angel in the House; slash through the jungle of despair and uncertainty; sever …

100 pages

I hit the 100-page mark on my crazy novel-in-progress yesterday (I wrote some about it and the process here), and here's what came into my head: Yes, it's a small victory (as when your "flood pants" keep your cuffs dry), but one that felt big, at least mentally and emotionally. Those pages may be a …

Plant

Back in the mid '90s, a decade that now brings to mind the strange odors of hair gel (Jason Priestly, people!) and cigarettes (I used to smoke a lot) and overripe mulberries (a messy tree outside my home office), I used to write this really silly column for my college newspaper called "The Last Word," …

Tornadic

With apologies to Colbert, I ask: April: Cruel month or cruellest month? I wonder if ol' T.S. ever saw himself a tornado. My first Spring in the South, I sat hunched in front of the television, rocking myself as the violent red cartoon funnels marched across the screen and the newscasters called out the names …

Mile markers

Well, hey there 2011. Look at you, 2000s -- you're a tween now! Let's keep the raging hormones down to a dull roar, shall we? No Bieber Fever. Seriously. It's my first post of 2011, all the way here mid-February. I'm feeling rather grand in my slow-pokedness, thank you very much. Every day I come …