“But I don’t wanna do anything worthwhile right now!” my teenager-ish self said to my mature-ish self. “I understand that, but you have had a lot of time to watch your silly shows lately and I am bored.” “I’m bored too,” resistant me responds,”But that doesn’t mean I want to stop watching T.V.” And so [...]
Category Archives: EGO
Our Crabby Hearts
December 9, 2010 – 8:42 am
Been thinking about crabs lately. The crustacean kind. Not eating them, they are safe with me, but I’ve been thinking about their shells. The [...]
Riding Elvis
November 28, 2010 – 10:48 am
There are two things that link me directly to Elvis. The first being the fancy fact that my great great uncle Willy delivered Elvis Presley and his dead twin Jesse. He didn’t know the parents had picked out a name for Jesse so he put his own name, William, on the birth certificate. (That is [...]
The Impossible Dream
July 13, 2010 – 7:45 am
What happens when you are given the gift of directing 6 six-year olds in the play Don Quixote? You meet yourself. The self that I would like to think I have “outgrown”. Evolved out of. Become bigger than. Hellooo EGO! My delightful friend Kate, she is playing Don Quixote, has been dreaming of putting up [...]
Stupid Airplanes
May 27, 2010 – 10:00 pm
No matter where you go, in this case Philadelphia with my man, ones “stuff” always comes along. And I don’t mean actual baggage that you have to pay money to carry with you I mean the internal baggage that you have to pay for with Soul Cash. What is Soul Cash? I am not sure cause [...]
EGO Turtle!
April 27, 2010 – 10:49 pm
Every twenty years or so I find a turtle crossing a major highway and am compelled to rescue it (attention animals – all small woodland creatures crossing roads will be assisted – spread the word). Most recently this happened last fall in Texas after heavy rains. It usually starts with me squinting my eyes at that [...]
Birthing an EGO
April 6, 2010 – 9:07 pm
When I was born the tiny hospital in Texas sent me home in a blanket soft and edgeless. Perfect for snuggling my soft and edgeless self. The bubbling brain in my little baby skull was ripe for infusions of knowledge about EVERYTHING. No bits of information were turned down or edited out. I ate it [...]
