Here in Colorado Springs, I woke to the first morning with a house cooler than when I went to sleep…autumn is coming. I have wanted to announce the following several times over the last couple of months and am finally
On the Occasion of Getting the Results of a Biopsy
a poem by Jene’ Jackson
I lifted my eyes to the sky
after hearing “all clear”
at a dreaded follow up
To see two hawks
circling
between contrail X’s hallways
I recently took a trip. To the beach. A dear friend asked me to cat-sit for a little over two weeks at her condo right. on. the. beach. Balcony overlooking the sand. Twenty or thirty yards from the water. I
It was February 2012. I was about to launch the serialization of my book, The Oat Project. I got a call from family saying my mom was in the hospital. She had beaten cancer twice since 2008 but had struggled
Fundamental, by Jene’ Jackson on her birthday, today, as she drove home down Colorado Avenue after writing all day.
Perhaps,
pungent as the cut onion’s night after night spray in kitchen curtains
pervasive as the toddler’s goo griming the minvan
The kitchen is where my inner science geek and slapdashing artist get to dirty dance…pure alchemy.
Cooking has always given me energy, yes; but it also requires a focus, effort, and sense of play that I haven’t been able to
What do you do when you fall short of a goal? How do you Define it? Is it a Divergence? Or a Derailing?
Are you more motivated with humongous, “unrealistic” goals? Or small steps? I am slowly figuring out
I have learned to avoid announcing my intentions.
The following through, the doing, the making good…they seem to hear my words and spiral away, in and out of me, up, down, or into some other dimension. Maybe my dad
The last week or two, a sort of time warp has wrapped every moment in as intense a grief and dark a depression as just after my mother and sister-in-law died a year and two months ago. It’s as though
It just hit me. I’m living my dream life.
Do I mean everything is perfect? Nope.
That I have all I want? Nay.
Then how? Well, it has to do with cooking.
When people ask me what I “do,” I