I am in a bathtub filled with tepid bathbombed navy blue water. I’m sick, stuffy nosed, dripping nostrils, packed sinuses The dryer twirls and drags clothes Metal fasteners scratch metal, Fabric thwacking on metal, Tumbling While the washer spins so fast it sounds like a jet engine About to push off, away from the tarmac,… Continue reading The Bathtub
I’m always seeking something grander and larger than myself in this world. No, not someone taller than me because that is pretty much everyone. I’m talking about something even bigger: I want my spirituality back. I want my spirituality back like Stella Got Her Groove Back. I know it is possible. I remember sitting in… Continue reading Spirituality: Desperately Seeking Faith…(and A Seagull?)
I need to smell good. I keep deodorant everywhere and I am obsessed with new lotions, perfumes, soap, and all things beauty for the body. Now, I’m not talking Force Field of perfume. No one wants to encounter that. We have all been in the supermarket walking along, looking for the garbanzo beans, and BAM… Continue reading Scent-sational Trials
Kara Jackman 