loss I lost the friendship of one of my closest friends. The loss shakes my life. He’s the friend I talked to the most, besides Ming. We txted a few times a day, and pics to each other. We had a weekly phone call, shared projects, co-worked sometimes. I told him everything–there’s almost nothing I… Read More »
I returned to serving food with the Las Vegas Catholic Worker. I took about a year off, and my perspective is different now. The whole setup is different now, since covid. I used to do bread, which I thought was sacred and fun. Bread of life. That was a metaphor I enjoyed, for years. The… Read More »
It was early morning; Ming was still waking up. I didn’t want annoy him, so when a song began to play, I asked, “Is this ok?” It was Bad Girls by MIA. He danced a little bit, to indicate he liked the song. “Oh, you’re a dance slut,” I said. “You would dance to anything. … Read More »
I recorded a video that’s a tour of my emotional first aid kit. Or Ming recorded it. Please view this video, if you get the chance. Hopefully you can be inspired to make an emotional first aid kit for yourself or someone you love. I emailed out the link to my peeps, yesterday, and posted… Read More »
Oh hey. It’s a wind-whistling night, here in Beatty. I can’t believe we’re leaving here to return home, in the morning. I feel like we just got here. We’ve eaten some good food made by me and Ming. Took that walk yesterday toward the B of Beatty, and I danced in the sun the day… Read More »
This morning very early, I recorded a cover of Moonshadow. It was fun. I hope you like it, if you listen. Then Ming and I went for a morning walk that was a little too ambitious for me. When we come here to Beatty, I always want to rest a lot. I think it’s the… Read More »
“Do you want me to massage your leg?” I asked Ming. He woke up with a leg cramp. “No, it’s already gone,” he said. “Oh, I’m glad your leg is gone. That means you don’t have to walk anymore. There’s a song about that!” Then I sang for him. If I ever lose my legs, … Read More »
We went on an urban hike. Then another, then another. It became the most natural thing in the world. Like, why weren’t we doing this every day, before? I like the urban river, its trash, moving through space on flat paths. Early morning light. Giving health to my body, and long conversations as we walk,… Read More »
“Yeah, I answer your question before you ask it. That’s me–anticipatory Laura-Marie!” I told Ming. I’ve decided to do OG graffiti embroidery. My name is Candyfoot Lionized Ultrasound. Candyfoot for short. But the Ultrasound part is good for the rapping I also do. A friend and I are collaborating on a song that’s half-done. Superute… Read More »
When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me. I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her. I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no. But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »