Written and posted on MacEwan.net back in 2005, I heard the Presbyterian Church was planning to tear down our beautiful vintage iconic Pure Oil Gas Station and something just went *bing* in my head and I had to stop them. So here it is, in its entirety, the post from the past. Names and contact info changed since 2005, small town politics, actually many names are the same, it’s what position they currently hold that’s different.
One ponders much whilst planting zucchini. Today’s topic? The Natural Body. In the United States of America, we loathe all things natural which occur to our bodies. We spend an inordinate amount of money, an obscene portion of our income, on getting rid of: freckles, stretch marks, wrinkles, age spots, gray hair, leg hair, underarm hair (and don’t let’s forget back, nose, and ear hair) come on, join in: cuticles, moles (benign little flat round ones, famous models get to have them […]
Posted on Monday 18 February 2002 An essay, originally published in Popmatters. The encounter at Piggly Wiggly is certainly dated, now in 2016 when we all understand email (right, we do? got that. You do understand it and you are not an idiot.) We have Facebook now, we have Twitter, it’s fascinating how far we’ve come: Linton Weeks, in the Washington Post, claims that, by the mid-1970s, the “great run of Southern literature was coming to an end.” The Fugitives […]
Aiken, South Carolina, once known to residents as the Land of James Brown… this story is 98.9% true: Back in, ohhh, must have been Autumn 1987, late one night, hours past midnight, a neighbor living on the other side of the woods called to tell me about an escaped convict. A convict on the loose in my two-acre wood — a convict coming toward my house. I had a vision of Steve McQueen as Max Sand, wearing striped prison garb, […]
Reading Mom’s travel journals: On to Alaska. Life with Ruth wasn’t always filled with poignant moments of sentimental elderly encounters. She and Daddy were real characters. Ruth born 1917, Bob in 1915 … yes, the Great Generation. Certainly they qualified for the best parents. Couldn’t find fault with them in life or in death. Enjoy, those of you who knew Ruth here in Washington, those who enjoyed her humor and smile. Even if you didn’t know her, I think you’ll appreciate […]
Recalling previous art “calls” so that would be Art ReCalls? Oh hell yes.
I know my Cubist Collages still work and that when I attended Cubist Collage, my degree, my ASS degree, still – to this day – provides me with knowledge use I create every day with my Art. Collage your words.
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Lost a dog yesterday. Roxie died. Seven and a half years of unconditional love. Good bye, sweetie. She died peacefully with me stroking her head and telling her stories about running in the dog park with her best buddies.
Found this in a book of quotes belonging to Mom. Ruth Heinold wrote this, copied it from a book, in the 1940s. “If my companions on the planet’s crust choose to rage about, they cannot affect me! I will not let them. I have the power to maintain my own calm, and I will. No earthly being can force me to be false to my principles, or to be blind to the beauty of the universe, or to be gloomy, or to […]