I decorated my purple bag with this gold ribbon which is now fraying and ready to go. It was for xmas. Ready for a new ribbon now. We went to Red Rock yesterday. It was beautiful. I saw trailside snow glistening in the morning light. I put some on my head and it melted, a… Read More »
If that’s a metaphor, not sure what it means. I don’t have a problem with metaphorical sweetness. Some people say I’m sweet–less so, as the years pass. My mom calls me honey baby, and she sends me emojis of bees. There’s a joke that was important to me when I was little. Something like–how do… Read More »
a few basic things I like to know when I wake up 1. who I am 2. where I am 3. what day it is Yesterday afternoon I took a nap. Those three hours or so I slept, I was having this horrible repetitive dream about death. The creepy trainstations, the sophisticated lady, so much… Read More »
Lately I’ve been telling Ming a lot, “You don’t have to justify shit to me,” because he’ll start explaining something I’ve known for a long time. It’s not that I don’t want to hear his explanation. More that I know where’s at and that his heart is gold. I’m not demanding to know any background… Read More »
You know, I love almost all of the colors. I changed a lot–used to hate red. I understand it a bit better now and use it to bind zines a lot, a sacred color of vibrancy. All-purpose sacred color. I used to hate blue. A really dark blue could be ok. Now I think I… Read More »
I like our hair turning gray. No problem. I like our comfort with one another. I like trusting someone–never really did that before. I like the freedom. He helps me be a better Laura-Marie. Not to mention all the kinds of support. What a cool person. We went to the hot springs. I loved my… Read More »
We were at a Dollar Tree in California, running an errand for my mom. We saw these strands of copper wire with little lights in them, six feet, battery powered. We got excited. Ming said we could decorate our car with them. Ming put batteries into one for me, just now, and I draped the… Read More »
“What are you up to?” I asked Ming. “Nothing,” he said. “What are you doing? Why are you just standing there looking weird?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Oh wait! That’s because you ARE weird!” I said. We laughed. You know how long relationships can be. We’ve been having this conversation for eight years. “Can… Read More »
I like when Ming takes pictures. This one I don’t understand how the pages of the music book could be so glowy. We were at the end of the pier. I was singing in Sanskrit. Going to the big water at the edge of the continent with a desert friend felt amazing. I thought by… Read More »
