Author: laura

love to take pictures. i'm certainly not technical with the cameras i use. just experimenting with all that i currently have. i do love my lumix...

expired

“it’s not that I take things for granted. It’s just that, well, sometimes, things grow ordinary. And I don’t want things to only be essential and expected. I want things to be exciting and extraordinary.” And, what’s so wrong about that?…

i’m ready to climb walls.

When your ambition is slower than your idleness, you got yourself a little problem. Somehow hearts and ‘love’ wake me up, though. It’s like the scent of coffee or a sincere smile. Those things get me going. Me pongo las…

how many years does that equal to?

“I love you to the moon and back”. What a poop phrase. cliché? It’s overdone. It’s more than extra. It is ridiculous and burnt up. (grr…ridiculous. unless you say to your baby or , i’ll give you up to toddler…

…and maybe today

A little work with dinner and Christmas tree in the evening. But, when I got up today, I thought… hmmm, and maybe today I can get motivated. I didn’t. Instead, I started a little work in the evening. And, I…

same ol’ thing

They say if we want change we have to do things differently. I want change, but why do I start the year on PCH? Every year. Stuck.

oh, never mind

When we sit for a minute, or two And they’ll ask us about our past, We’ll talk about persons we loved. I’ll say, “oh, well, I once knew a man…” and I’ll sigh, “Oh, never mind.” And when they ask…

#whyImarch

When someone asks you what’s the point? I marched because I can. I march for my girls. I marched for my mother, for my sisters, for my friends for the all the other women who I haven’t seen or met.…

a little light

First, we were in shock. Then sad, then pissed off. It makes me so upset to know that this man was elected to be our next president. Then I read this. I’m just happy I live here and know that…

true measures

Fractions of moments and slices of life: those things are not seasonal, like lemonade in the summertime.    

never plan a picnic

I wasn’t sure you’d come, but, I was going to plan a picnic. Then, I thought, if you don’t come, I’ll have to call it “dinner.” So, I never plan a picnic.    

My Sunday Best shelved and suspended

What are we missing? And, why has it left? And what do you want? These are not words of love or hope. For clarity, it’s a question about the things that grow. And about the things that won’t grow. Anymore. We forget the right…

an apology

An apology note from an old friend made me think, what does “sorry” mean, anyway? One single word against a load of pretty bad actions. It doesn’t seem fair, but a seemingly sincere “sorry” can overpower ‘bad’ things, I guess.…

life is a bowl of coffee…

          Well, something like that. Life was like that for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.                     Fresh, hot, milky coffee.  …

sometimes i doodle.

Sometimes I doodle on the “MEMO” app on my fone. I take notes, too. But I doodle a lot..with my finger… just for kicks and for, well for nothing. For nothing. Le Petit Prince. Because,  well, rest in peace prince.…

Haiku #13

  (it sucks to feel useless…i don’t recommend it. :) why is that…we’re smart, well rounded and well educated people with back bone and history and a bright future and a ton of accomplishments…and yet we feel useless.. Gah! i…

still life with pail and stick

Q: What did the stick say to the pail?     A: Nothing. They are both incapable of communicating. They just sat there getting rusty and old. Lifeless. Unable to move on their own. Simple, inanimate objects. ppppBUT … If…

do not pass

There was a man on a boat on the other side of the sea. I stood on the hill and waved at him. I wonder if he waved back at me?  

Here’s my corner of the universe

Here’s my corner of the universe. Then, I thought of a quote I heard from this french psychiatrist… so I had to google and find the actual quote.   What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of…

Um, party of one. The art of eating alone

There’s always room for breakfast. Well, sometimes, there isn’t time for it. Breakfast can be something you look forward to. You go to bed and think, hmmm. What am I going to do tomorrow? What exciting thing am I going to…

reality won’t go away…swoosh (VIDEO)

    It’s like an endless drizzle. Not that you want it to go away. You know what they say? One man’s reality is another man’s abstract. Well, I’m not sure if that’s said or not, but it should be…