Saturday, September 04, 2010

Another Reason Never To Leave Texas




Another excerpt -- thanks for reading! More soon, my dears ...

“Like I want to haul more worthless shit home. If they did a gambling theme, shouldn’t we be playing for money?” Hank has a Lone Star beer in his hand and I think of a Lone Star billboard -- Another reason never to leave Texas. The first Christmas ornament a friend sent me during my first year in Detroit was a ceramic replica of the Texas flags with the word Home on the back, and I thought not anymore.

“I don’t think it’s legal to give money,” I say.

“God, the humanity,” Hank says, either intentionally or unintentionally echoing the line from Heathers, a movie that had great popularity our senior year. Given the rash of school shootings during the last few years, it’s hard to believe I took a class called Outdoor Education, the focus of which included two months on learning to shoot a gun in lieu of gym.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Go and wake up your luck." Persian Saying

Cocktail Hour
Music of the day: Surfa Rosa Pixies

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday!

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Living On Tulsa Time




In the middle of the last, umm, five miles (Mark, you're right, as always -- working on the bio as we speak!). So I'm going to send you to two great blogs for today and will see you tomorrow.

www.laurabenedict.blogspot.com -- great post by Laura about passions and the importance of doing nothing. Pure genius!
www.lucidflora.blogspot.com-- beautiful pictures by the lovely Lana!

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker." Eminem

Cocktail Hour
Restaurant du jour: American Coney

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

We Have Always Lived In The Castle



Finishing writing a book is a bittersweet feeling. As I get to the end of this draft of How To Own And Operate A Haunted House, I feel great relief. It's almost finished, those longed for words The End are looming! Oh happy day! But I also feel a sense of loss at having lived in those rooms for a long time and seeing the door close, a kind of writerly post-partum. What next, what next as Robert Lowell famously asked in his poem about a mid-life crisis. He also broke his girlfriend Jean Stafford's nose not once but twice (once by punching her, once in a drunken car wreck). I have a postcard of him above my desk, smoking and look like he's on the verge of a manic episode. Those wacky poets!

I'll keep you posted on the progress and will write THE END on this very blog when I get there. Until then, thanks so much for reading the excerpts. At this stage in the game, I'm finding it hard to focus on any other writing. Any thoughts on ending a project from my dear commenters?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I don't think it's very useful to open wide the door to younger artists; the ones who break down the door are more interesting." Paul Schrader

Cocktail Hour
There's only one more episode of Hung -- and they are skipping Labor Day. Waah! Sunday's episode was off the charts. When the season is over, I plan to write a comprehensive review of the best show on television right now.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Emmy Night



Happy Emmy night! Here's another piece of the novel, edited down as to make some sense. Thanks so much for reading!

People start to drink in earnest, and I hold a glass full of margarita, allowing myself to enjoy the salt rim. I read somewhere that Dean Martin often held a martini glass full of water in the interest of keeping up the appearance of a good time. Despite such an uber cool precedent, pretending to get plastered felt like a real drag. Alcohol itself provides false merriment at times and the pretend version should be listed as one of Dante’s infamous circles.

I ease myself into a folding chair in the corner, acting as if I’m engrossed in the snack buffet which consisted of the usual college party far -- queso made from Velveeta and Rotel tomatoes in a crock-pot, guacamole, chips, and a few stray pigs in a blanket. Nary an organic snack in sigh which makes me relax a bit. Nothing gives me the willies like an heirloom tomato.

“So here you are,” Shane says, sitting down next to me. He’s wearing a Social Distortion t-shirt he wore in high school for our heavy metal photo shoots. He seems so unchanged from that time. I feel changed, beyond repair. As Hank says, It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton

Cocktail Hour
Give me your opinions on the Emmy dresses -- you too can be Joan Rivers. I kid, as Krusty the Klown says. I kid because I love.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday! Thanks to the anonymous commenter for the Coetze recommendation -- I love Disgrace. And Dave, I am also looking forward to Detroit 187.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Happy Birthday, Beth!



Happy birthday to my dear sister Beth, aka Good Tiny! She's the best sister in the entire world, and I hope she has a wonderful year.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"A lot of people might be frightened to be me. But I love being me." Iggy Pop

Cocktail Hour
Anybody reading anything good? Tell, tell!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday!

Friday, August 27, 2010

Stevie Wonder - Living for the City



Hi everyone -- thought I would send everyone Friday greeting with a little Stevie Wonder. In my own personal Say Nice Things About Detroit campaign, I'd like to suggest everyone take the opportunity to see the Motown Museum. I'm not big on museums, but this is well worth your time and the small admission fee. The people who give the tours have the greatest stories and make the music come alive. When I was there once, I was forced to pretend like I was Mary Wells. Yes, this is true. I feel like Mary Wells is my spiritual Supreme. Happy Friday to all!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Luckiest Boy In The World



I'm still in the midst of my final final final mile of a big project. Yes, I will finish it before the sand runs out of the hourglass! I appreciate you guys reading and for all the support. Clearly, not a lot of love for high school -- ha! I understand. High school is about surviving a kind of existential horror show played out in cafeterias. At any rate, today I'm going to quote the end of the Playboy interview with Paul Reubens, aka Pee-wee Herman. I think it's really insightful. Opinions?

Playboy: At the end of your stage show Pee-wee Herman proclaims in song that he feels like the luckiest boy in the whole wide world. How about you?

Reubens: Ummm. Does the length of that pause tell you anything? No, I don't know. I don't feel like the "iest" of anything. I'm not the best or the worst. I grew up never realizing there was this gray area of life. Everything was black-and-white, right and wrong, whatever. Well, I like the gray area. I don't have to be the luckiest anymore. But I will be, I bet, every night on Broadway when I'm singing the song. I believe it at that moment when I'm singing that Pee-wee Herman is the luckiest boy in the world. He does learn to fly after all.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change." Carl Rogers

Cocktail Hour
Interview suggestion: Paul Reubens in Playboy this month. Read the whole thing. Yes, Heff, Playboy does have words! You won't regret it.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tequila Sunrise



Here's a scene from the high school reunion portion of my novel. Did anyone go to any of their reunions? If so, tell all. Thanks for reading!

“Hey Em,” yell Michael Wharton, a boy I dated for three weeks one summer. I hate to say it, but love did not last because I couldn’t stop hearing “We represent the lollipop guild” every time I saw him. Shallow, I know. I am forever biased against short men since my rejection by Jon Anderson in the 7th grade. I wrote him a note with the requisite boxes of yes/no/maybe asking if he wanted to go together. He checked maybe in social studies which turned into a no by language arts. I made a wish that he would stop growing, and he never made it past 5’2. Michael towered two inches above Jon, but still, I towered above Michael in heels. All I recall from our brief love affair hitting him with a pillow during Tequila Sunrise, the scene where Mel Gibson is yelling at someone for something. Seems like some good foreshadowing . .

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I have woven a parachute out of everything broken." William Stafford

Cocktail Hour
Jodi, my beautiful dear, you are right -- Better Made rules!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Let's Get Small



Browsing at Half-Price books one day, I found Steve Martin's memoir, Born Standing Up, for a dollar on the clearance rack. Knowing next to nothing about Steve Martin, I decided to give it a try. I'm filing this under "hidden gems." This memoir was a revelation! Understated and brilliantly written, I found myself extremely impressed by the writing and observations. Comedy, the hardest art form there is in my opinion, is dissected in a thoughtful manner. His own rise and completion are documented. Like any good story, there's the way it happened and how it ended. According to Martin, comedy depends on newness. When he stopped being new and therefore funny, he stopped performing stand-up, opting for a career in movies. Refreshing insights all around.

I can't recommend this book enough. Any favorite Steve Martin bits that you guys love?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Straight is the line of duty; Curved is the line of beauty; Follow the straight line, thou shalt see The curved line ever follow thee." William MacCall

Cocktail Hour
Chip suggestion: Better Made

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!

Saturday, August 21, 2010

GEORGE JONES - (YABBA DABBA DOO) THE KING IS GONE



One of my favorite songs from the great George Jones. My favorite George quote -- "I spent money on women, coke, and cars. The rest went to foolishness." Happy Saturday!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Dream Cruise



It's Dream Cruise time in the fair city of Detroit. I've never been a car person, truth be told, and when asked what kind of car I had, I answered in all seriousness, A white one. The one before that was Polynesian metallic green. But I do love the words, dream cruise. They are so evocative and lovely even though most of my dreams are nightmares where my exes become uber successful, winning Pulitzers and getting their stories made into films, like Jeffrey Eugenides did in The Switch (yes, this movie is based on his short story, "Baster").

So where are you guys cruising on this Friday afternoon? I've always loved Fridays, that feeling of possibility. In college, I'd use Friday afternoons to open the windows of my dorm room and blast BB King's "The Thrill Is Gone" over and over. What thrill and where it went, who the hell knew? All I knew is that I liked the feeling of world-weariness it gave me, all of eighteen and ready to throw in the towel or at least close my eyes until a bottle of cheap jug wine appeared when mysteriously the thrill returned.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"One can have, it turns out, an affection for the war years." Steve Martin

Cocktail Hour
Looking forward to the Pat Tillman documentary.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Twenty Answers



Hey everyone, I'm in the last few miles of a big writing project, so today I'm opting for the facebook 20 things you don't know about me prompt. I don't really ever get on facebook so here goes, as spontaneous as I can be --

1 -- I love commercial with stuffed animals doing adult things with a good soundtrack. Thank you KIA!

2 -- I grew up in a neighborhood with an autistic girl named Michelle. Everyone called her Little Michelle. Her dad shot the entire family several years later. My mother commented: Nobody ever washed their hair in that family. I knew bad things would happen.

3 -- I love to give presents. It makes me even happier than receiving them even though I love to receive them as well.

4 -- My Aztec zodiac sign is the Death, something I share with my friend Sharon.

5 -- If my body could look any which way, I would choose Christina Hendrix off Mad Men.

6 -- A lot of my hair fell out after my big washout surgery. For almost a year, I wore clip on pieces from Walgreens. This was not the best look.

7 -- I abuse Comcast On Demand. Seriously.

8 -- I love Woody Allen, even after the Soon-Yi debacle.

9 -- Like the Pewabic pottery slogan, Life really is worth living in Detroit.

10 -- I don't like to go to bed too late, don't like to get up early. Fear of missing something -- umm, no.

11 -- I love my readers, fellow writers, and all the supportive messages I receive. The world can be a harsh place -- it's nice to know some fellow travellers.

12 -- Cleaning makes me so happy. I'm not proud of this, but it's a harmless perversion.

13 -- I'm kind of a mess. That's okay with me, but it took a long time for acceptance of that fact.

14 -- I hate the smell of airplanes, particularly when boarding. It always makes me feel like crying.

15 -- My favorite sounds are church bells and sirens. This pretty much sums up my life.

16 -- I'm not very brave about physical things like skydiving, surfing, etc. I prefer to sit on my ass.

17 -- Above my desk, I have the Janis Joplin tarot card on my bulletin board. She represents the Tower, nothing left to lose.

18 -- Everyone thinks their friends are the best friends anyone could have, but in my case it's true.

19 -- I used to worry a lot. Gave up that habit. It can be done.

20 -- I collect decks of tarot cards. My favorite so far is The Wizard Of Oz deck.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You expect far too much of a first sentence. Think of it as analogous to a good country breakfast: what we want is something simple, but nourishing to the imagination." Larry McMurtry

Cocktail Hour
Memoir suggestion: Born Round Frank Bruni

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

For Display Purposes Only


A mid-week shot at flash fiction -- hope everyone is having a great week!

For Display Purposes Only

My ex-husband spotted me at a pool in a turquoise-colored bikini. He went to his apartment to call me, tell me that a cute girl was by the pool. I waved to him, and he laughed. He thought I was someone else, not his reliable confidante, the girl he used to convince other girls he wasn't a threat, just a really nice guy they should get to know. The middle of the story isn't important, just the predictable elements of love -- tedium, disappointment, estrangement. Who will get the vacuum cleaner? We can share it, it's a joint custody vacuum! Will we stay friends? Of course. The story ends, and we are strangers. I don't have the bikini anymore, but it remains the same, he thinks I'm someone else.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The moment of change is the only poem." Adrienne Rich

Cocktail Hour
Movie trailer suggestion: I'm Still Here (this is a hoot!)

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Best Critiques, Worst Critiques



Hey guys -- thanks for the kind words and emails about the video! Beth is truly a star, yes? She's my Dean Moriarty, for sure. By the way, Hung's Thomas Jane plays Dean M. in a movie called The First Time I Committed Suicide. Now that he's divorcing from Patricia Arquette, the ladies can descend. So today's quick question -- who critiques your work and why? I'll answer this when I return to your responses. How much do you have to trust that person and why did you choose him or her? Is there someone with whom you won't share your work and why? Happy Tuesday!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday To Angela, Happy Birthday To You




Happy birthday to the best friend anyone could ever have, Miss Angela Leigh Bills. I've known Angela since my first year in college, about seven years ago. Ha! Seriously, I have known Angela forever and a day, and she has morphed from a fun-loving party girl (and still is) to someone who helps the needy, day after day, and puts on the full armor of God and goes out with a smile and never fails to impress me and everyone around her. Happy birthday, honey!

In other news, if you're skipping Eat, Pray, Love this weekend (not since Sex and the City Two have been there been more men in fear of having to go to the theater -- advice, Don't do it -- let the womenfolk go on their own and talk about you), I'm holding the release of Blue Collar on dvd. I'm so glad this movie came out on dvd so I could finally quit racking up fines on it at Thomas Video. I love this movie. It's gritty and real and way too Detroit for words.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Open Marriage




There's been some talk on the television shows lately of giving men a cheating pass in marriage, the idea being that women should accept that men are going to cheat no matter what and that it's better for everyone if they have permission. Well, I know that men and women cheat, but I'm not sure a pass is a smoking hot idea. I mean, it's kind of in the category of let's play with the toaster in the bathtub. Adultery seldom has to do with mere sex. It's about excitement, romance, love, and feeling alive -- things that fade in some long-term marriages. I don't think the idea of your spouse having sex with someone else thrills anyone. But it's a lot less hurtful than the aforementioned qualities.

A pass doesn't acknowledge this dynamic. Most people subscribe to the partnership/friendship idea of marriage, a collaboration between equals who love and respect one another. What's lost is the mystery of love, the painful chills and thrills of newness and the tenderness that comes from not knowing someone well. If you could give someone a pass for this feeling, would you? I know I sure the hell wouldn't. Better to preserve the mystery in your relationship, the mystery that threatens to leach out with every mundane minute. In the words of Joan Jett, love is pain and I'd do it again. A pass for that sort of thing? Not possible.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable." The Wizard of Oz

Cocktail Hour
Hung gets better with every episode!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Thanks for the bar votes -- I definitely like all the ones mentioned. I've even been in the one in the French Quarter about a million years ago. Yes, I have. It's time for me to see New Orleans again. And yes, beautiful Jodi, I love the Irish coffee bar despite our bad reputations. Ha! We are never ever pains in the ass. Happy Thursday!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Enjoy Detroit



I'm not big on lists, but I have read a few lists lately of the best bars in America, both in Esquire and Playboy. Cliff Bells in Detroit made the Playboy list, and I would highly agree. I'm going to list a few in Detroit that I find particularly wonderful and throw the question to you, dear reader. Favorite bars? What makes a bar a great bar?

The Park Bar -- Detroit: great drinks, cool food service (hot dogs and Hungarian food are available right next door and you place your order on a checklist of what you do and don't want and the food appears like magic! If only all of life were this simple.)

Cliff Bells -- Detroit: great music, beautiful setting

The Emory -- Ferndale: fantastic drinks, beautiful interior, best okra and roast beef salad ever

Old Miami -- Detroit: awesome setting, great flair, cool people

Forte -- Birmingham: fantastic upscale setting, excellent food

Back soon with more suggestions and the usual nonsense . . . Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Balance



My least favorite event as a gymnast was the balance beam. This competed mightily with the vault which I hated as well. I knew a girl who broke her neck on the vault which gave me significant pause as I thought about throwing myself over it. But the beam was a bit worse -- four inches on which to twirl and spin and flip. You had to do a mount and a dismount (self service humor, make up your own joke) and you had to do a balance pose like a scale. This didn't bother me as I could hold the same position forever. Movement was always the difficulty.

I hear the term balance thrown around all the time, and I use it myself in my more new age moments. But what the hell does it mean? To do something well usually requires throwing yourself out of balance. Writing is the place I struggle with this the most. When I am writing well, everything else is faltering. Everything becomes material which is the sign to me that I'm in the zone. I overhear conversations and see things with a clarity I usually lack. As narrow as that zone is, it sometimes reminds me of the balance beam. As a compulsory exercise, it sucks. But in optionals, you can do your own tricks which is a lot more fun.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It's a wonderful day and I feel great." Ray to his buddy Mr. Hunt in Hung

Cocktail Hour
Esquire has a list of fifteen bars you must try before you die, a bar bucket list so to speak? Any nominations for our own list?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!

Friday, August 06, 2010

Dining With Baby Grouchie



Hope everyone is having a great weekend! Here's a picture of Baby Grouchie in his edmame phase. That one, he's quite the foodie. Too much Top Chef. He believes Padma is very very mean for breaking up with Salman Rushdie (he enjoys Salman's short stories, but not the novels as much). But he loves watching the food on Top Chef and thinks he might have a shot at winning a quickfire challenge someday.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

The Last Days Of Disco



I've noticed a few ads for movies which seem to have the same concerns about paternity -- the absent dad in Cyrus, the dad who loses his job in Ramona and Beezus, the sperm donor for two lesbians in The Kids Are All Right, and the friend who switches a sperm sample in Switch. The role of the father these days seems even more complex than in the days of Rosemary's Baby when the Devil himself was the substitute pitcher after a night of drunken revelry. "He has his father's eyes." My dad, who died six years ago today, kicked it old school. I was born in a time before dads routinely said things like, "We're pregnant." My dad would have scoffed at such nonsense. We are not pregnant as we will not be squeezing a baby out of our vagina. He had what we used to call the sense God gave a goat and now is referred to as good boundaries. Dads in his day didn't videotape births on their Flips and send them to friends via their Iphone (does anyone else find these commercials disturbing? I especially hate the one where a woman tells her husband/boyfriend/secret lover (who the hell knows?) that she's having his baby. Doesn't this seem like something you'd want to do in real time? Just saying . . . ).

But my dad was a great dad, the dad everyone in the neighborhood wanted. Granted the competition wasn't what you might call stiff -- there was the alcoholic Frito Lay man, passed out in his delivery van by noon, the guy who shot up his family one very hot August night, the funeral director/pedophile dad . . . well, the list could go on, but you get the idea. My dad was fun. He'd put on his compilation of disco songs (Don's Dancing Dynamite Disco Mix! was written on the tape label in black Sharpie) on the tape player and do the bump, the hustle, and as time passed, the moonwalk. Don's Dancing Dynamite Disco Mix! was a staple for at least twenty years. Right before he died, he and my sister and Sissy Lynn visited me in Detroit. I was living in the kind of apartment that evokes pathos, the kind of place that makes you say, Is this where it all ends? A doomed kind of place which made me get them out of it as often as possible. We spent one of Dad's last days on earth at the Henry Ford Museum where there was an exhibit that paid tribute to disco -- A Decade Of Friday Nights. Friday was always Dad's favorite day, the end of the work week, the start of the fun. Wherever he is, I hope it's Friday all the time, an eternity of Friday nights, not just a decade.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
Paradise -
I see flowers
from the cottage where I lie.
~Yaitsu's death poem, 1807

Cocktail Hour
Am reviewing some writing books this week and next -- look for it . . .

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday! Hey handsome Mark and lovely Robin, thanks for the kind words about the excerpt! You guys are the very very best! And Robin, glad to hear about that writing mojo . . .

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Dead Man's Party


Hey guys, another novel excerpt -- tomorrow a review of Is Life Like This? by John Dufresene. Thanks for reading!

“Well, it couldn’t be any worse than that bar you took me to on my last visit. It was like drinking cheap liquor in a dark closet,” Hank says.

“Yes, that pretty much sums up Tudges,” I say. Tudges has all the aforementioned charms and a regular Wednesday night karaoke, the highlight of which is a middle-aged Eastern European man dressed in a white suit who performs at least ten songs from the Frank Sinatra catalog.

“Well, Michigan seems like a dream to me now,” I say, quoting the great Paul Simon, husband of Edie Brickell who I used to see play at UNT with the new Bohemians.

“I wish,” Hank says.

I frown. No one need trash talk my great love. “Great lakes, great times,” I say in a voice that tires to replicate the Pure Michigan ads. And then in an attempt to change the subject, I shift to Halloween. “I'm planning a straight up Halloween party since we’ve had a Devil’s Night and Day of the Dead one. Thought about doing a come as your favorite dead person, but decided that was tired. Instead, we’re doing a come as the person you wish was dead. A lot more dramatic tension.”

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Perhaps in the lower frequencies, I speak for you?" Ralph Ellison

Cocktail Hour
Movie reviews coming soon . . .

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! Thanks for the suggestions and yes Mark, borrow away! And as for pretty pretty Jodi, you do just fine without any of the book -- your tales are wonderful! (But if you get the chance, check out Anne Lammott's Bird by Bird. You'll love it because you love her. She's the bomb, yes?)

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Thanks But This Isn't For Us



Happy weekend! My apologies to all -- I have been remiss in answering emails and comments this week because of a lot of nuttiness and in an attempt to finish the rewrite of How To Own And Operate A Haunted House. Yes, I feel as if I'm living in the haunted house, but that's okay. That's what a novel does. I've been talking a lot about plot this year, something I didn't understand forever. In graduate school, we focused on poetry and short stories. It's not anything like writing something longer, not at all. Raymond Carver once said that writing short stories and poems have far more in common with each other than novels. I believe this to be absolutely true.

So I wanted to alert those out there who may be struggling as I struggled to a resource I found absolutely invaluable. Thanks But This Isn't For Us by Jessica Page Morrell. I love books about writing, but for years, steered clear of practical advice in very specific terms. I talked a lot about rejection as a teacher (having been at the end of it many a time) and was good at the whole a winner never quits and a quitter never wins rhetoric, but seldom addressing what wasn't working in my own writing. Having beaten my head a few too many times against walls, proverbial and real, I decided to take a chance on this book which is written by an agent who tells you why you are suffering the close but not quite syndrome or the no way in hell response. I graduated from the second category to the first by my own will, but the close but not quite is difficult in that I want to drink Drano kind of way. I highly recommend this book to all writers. Some reviewers on Amazon disliked her bossy tone. Hell, I ate it up! Tell me what to do, Jessica! Like Woody Allen said about psychotherapy after fifteen years, I'm giving it one more year, then I'm going to Lourdes. I needed a little tough love. This book provides it. Get thee to a bookstore and read it. Right now, I'm reading Is Life Like This? by John Dufresne and loving it as well. Will provide review as soon as I'm finished. Do you guys have any especially helpful writing book suggestions?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The characters you create in your novel become as real in your mind as movie stars." Norman Mailer

Cocktail Hour
Tonight -- Mad Men, Hung -- life is sweet!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Exile On Main Street



The summer Mr. Anderson got arrested for molesting one of his fifth grade students named Brandy, Angela Dawn drove the Chicken Express delivery on through the streets of Mineral Wells every night as if it were an ambulance except that instead of flashing lights, a big rubber chicken had been fastened to the hood. People took the huge flapping chicken as a warning sign to get out of the way as Angela Dawn blared Exile On Main Street, a tape that had belonged to her dad Charles.

Angela Dawn had trained to be a lifeguard with her friend Em earlier that summer. During practice, she’d mostly laid on the backboard, a paralyzed victim amid the chaos of those trying to be careful with her as they did not know what her injuries were. She and Em passed the test, but didn’t get hired even though the manager, a middle-aged divorced ex-cop with three kids spent a lot of his time harassing them and telling Em, a pretty neurotic brunette who was working on a poetry cycle titled Irrational Fears, if she wanted to be a stepmother.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Cocktail Hour
Documentary suggestion: Joan Rivers: A Piece Of Work

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Happy Birthday To Mark, Happy Birthday To Mark



As you can see, Baby Grouchie has put down the shot glass for the time being to enjoy some good literature written by Detroit's own Mark Durfee, better known to some as The Walking Man. I threatened Mark with singing, but alas, he'll have to settle for a Coney date in the near future! I don't sing to anyone I like. Not without a lot of alcohol. A lot. Like a near fatal dose. Singing for me is bad. Mark, however, is good. Better than good actually. Here's to another wonderful year, xo, PD

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Virtual Detroit









Hi everyone -- here's some pictures of my beloved Detroit. And speaking of, my dear Mark is having his 25th birthday tomorrow. Yes, the walking man has hit his mid-twenties. I'll have a special birthday blog for tomorrow!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Working Class Dog



The first concert I ever went to was Rick Springfield, his Working Class Dog tour. Oh that it could be something cool like the Stones. But alas it was Rick during his Jessie's Girl phase. I didn't realize it at the time, but old Rick was a plot maniac --"Jessie is a friend,yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine/ But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define/ Jessie's got himself a girl and I want to make her mine." Yeah, there it is, folks -- the ever elusive plot points! I went with my friend Melissa and her mother and we sat in the nosebleed section where a man passed us a joint. Melissa's mother had gone to sit in the lobby and procure us Working Class Dog! t-shirts with Rick's phase superimposed over a dog wearing a tie so she was spared this horror of the evil weed. Melissa and I were in the seventh grade and had not a clue how to smoke. So instead we borrowed his binoculars where tiny Rick became oh so slightly larger and therefore more real.

I saw a lot of concerts after that, but Rick stayed with me. Maybe it was his role on General Hospital, maybe seeing Adrian Belew in a small club in Texas wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Folks, there was no air-conditioning and it was August. King Crimson is great, but not that great. Living Colour put on an excellent show, and I did see the Stones Steel Wheels tour, which all my friends were calling the Wheelchair Tour. I still have the t-shirt from ever so long ago. As for Jessie's Girl, it stands the test of time and weirdly influenced the note pattern of contemporary Christian music in the eighties, something I'm guessing Mr. Springfield didn't plan. He did play himself recently on Californication which was something to see. Church, he said, when Charlie's wife asked him to go make out to his own records with her. Church, indeed.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If you want to truly understand something, try to change it." Kurt Lewin

Cocktail Hour
Any good end of summer reads?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Crazy Water!



Here's another novel excerpt -- still plugging away and will have some new exciting material on the Mel Gibson scandal Monday. Kidding . . . As always, thanks for reading!

“God, our sisters. Higgins' new victim is a youth minister at the Church of the Nazarene. I hope he has all his teeth.” Hank calls his sister Higgins for reasons no one knows. Fuck, the whole town has a series of names and nicknames and connections that would challenge the smartest linguists. For years we’ve toyed with the idea of writing a book on a fictional version of it titled Crazy Water! after the hospital in which Hank was born. Born blind during a freak spring snowstorm in Texas, let’s face it -- he kind of had to learn to play the blues. That’s one card I played while advocating for this visit -- let’s do some research for The Book. The time is right for a book on small towns, I said. Think Last Picture Show meets Blue Velvet.

Years before Hank was born, Crazy Water was a spa, the slogan Drink Yourself To Health. They sold Crazy Water for medicinal uses to tourists who stayed at the Baker, the mammoth hotel in the middle of town that had its heyday in the 30s when celebrities came to take the cure which turned out to be water loaded with lithium. Now every few years, some optimist buys The Baker in hopes of turning it into a thriving business. The Baker always turns out to be a white elephant that can’t be tamed no matter how many pictures the Mineral Wells Index printed of the hapless new owners cutting ribbons on its gothic steps. Now for nine dollars, you can take a sleeping bag and camp in the halls, the rooms being mostly condemned.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground." G K Chesterton

Cocktail Hour
Series premiere of Mad Men tonight -- Don Draper returns!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!

Friday, July 23, 2010

You've Lost That Loving Feeling



Thanks for the feedback on bookstores. No need to feel guilty about e-books or on-line publishing -- I stick to my advice, JR! But I do love love love bookstores and John Kings in Detroit and Ferndale are two branches of the most exceptional bookstore I have ever shopped. I'm not a huge fan of the boring chains that threaten to gobble them. If you have a minute and some extra money, please support your local used/independent bookstore. End of PSA.

So it's Friday, the summer, it's hot, I'm tired. I've gone all week without sleeping much and now the inevitable lethargy has set into my bones like some wicked drug. But I do have a Friday question and this one is for both genders, although it may apply more to the ladies than the fellows. Have you ever had a situation where your feelings about a friend have changed so dramatically that it's hard for you to stay friends with that person? I love my friends for their pilgrim souls and my friends know who they are, but I understand that situations/career changes/religious differences/ children/no children, can change how you feel about someone. How do you handle it?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job." Laurence J. Peter

Cocktail Hour
Movie suggestion: The Kids Are All Right

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday! Checking email tomorrow -- so prepare to be answered if you have questions! Next week, prepare for a review of JR's new work!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

John King Books




Here's an article about John King's Books, one of my favorite stores ever! Go buy books, wherever you are!

John King slashes prices to keep bookstores alive

LOUIS AGUILAR
The Detroit News

The rise of the digital book has prompted one of the city's last independent bookstore operators, John K. King, to promote cutthroat pricing in an attempt to keep alive his two satellite used bookstores.

Signs declaring "Everything Must Go" or "Every Book Must Go" are displayed in the storefront windows of John King Books North in Ferndale and the Big Bookstore near Wayne State University, which King says is Detroit's oldest continuously operating bookstore. The stores have always sold cheap used books, with prices today as low as 50 cents apiece. Last month the stores started a 20 percent discount on any sale of more than $10.

"If we don't move the entire inventory in a fairly quick time -- a couple months -- then I don't know what I will do," King said.

He hopes the lower prices will drive higher sales volumes, generating the revenue he needs to stay in business.

Cheap prices used to be the niche of used book stores like King's, but digital books -- also known as e-books -- have begun cutting into the new and used book business.

E-books are books consumers can read online or through increasingly popular electronic reader devices such as Amazon's Kindle, Apple Computer Inc.'s iPad or Borders Group Inc.'s Kobo.

Most new e-books sell for $9.99, but some top $20. Many older books are priced at $7.99, and classics in the public domain, such as Herman Melville's 1851 book "Moby Dick," can be free.

On Monday, Amazon.com Inc. said it sold more e-books than paper books in the second quarter. The Internet retailer attributed the spike to reducing the price of the Kindle e-reader to $189 from $259. Selling more e-readers creates more demand for digital books.

"First it's the Amazon stuff, the state's bad economy and now all this e-book hype," King said as he stood in front of his Ferndale store on Woodward Avenue.

There is too much hype about e-books replacing real books in the immediate future, said Alberto Greco, a marketing professor at Fordham University in New York who studies the book publishing industry.

"But it will have profound impact throughout the industry," Greco said.

While the digital revolution has endangered King's satellite stores, he is not considering closing his flagship facility, John K. King Used and Rare Books on West Lafayette Boulevard in downtown Detroit. Customers can browse through 1 million books in two adjacent buildings, one a former glove factory and the other once home to Otis Elevator Inc.'s Detroit offices. King has operated there for 27 years.

The downtown store is less threatened by the e-book boom because it still does solid business selling rare and used books. Plus, additional revenue comes from providing parking for events at Joe Louis Arena and King recently renting the facility for a movie shoot.

Selling a bookstore's entire inventory is a big task. King's Ferndale store alone has 60,000 books, magazines, maps and other items. The Big Bookstore has 10,000 items. The two stores represent about 6 percent of King's overall sales.

"At the moment, the Big Bookstore has negligible sales," King said. The store is just a few blocks away from a Barnes & Noble store, which has a café, music and apparel section, at Wayne State. King has operated the Big Bookstore, which first opened as a bookstore in the 1930s, and the Ferndale store for 22 years.

Since putting up the "Everything Must Go" signs, store traffic has doubled.

"In terms of sales, now some days are OK and possibly good," Ferndale store manager Jason Schusterbauer said. "Before, most days were just bad for a couple months."

King said the deep discounts will last for at least another month before he decides what to do.

"What I can't stand is the free pass the e-books are getting," King said. "Like they are the greatest things and they have no negative aspect. Besides the closing of bookstores like mine, what about the toxic nature of those devices? Books are biodegradable."

Initial research shows the devices are adding to the growing problem of "e-waste," said Gregory Keoleian, co-director of the University of Michigan's Center for Sustainable Systems.

E-waste refers to electronic devices that are not recycled properly and end up in U.S. landfills or in developing countries, where they often are dissembled in unsafe conditions, Keoleian said. The devices contain elements that can be harmful, he said.

An online e-book purchase cannot replace the unique charm of shopping in quirky stores like King's. Last week, when summer storms knocked out the power in the Ferndale store, the staff gave customers candles to light their way amid tall, long rows and overflowing bins of used books. Janet Nordmore was among them. She chatted for a while with the staff and King, then searched for the 10 books on her list.

She found none of them. But something in the Michigan history section prompted her to sit on the wooden floor and delve into the book by candlelight.

"Why would you give up the community feel?" of a bookstore, said Nordmore of Huntington Woods. "Some things were not meant to be plastic and completely about efficiency."

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Listen, See



Charles and Heff -- thanks for the laughs today! Yes, I am incorporating horror elements into the novel and God knows, there was nothing scarier than those MC Hammer pants. I don't know why those became popular -- nothing worse, nothing worse!

I think the worst advice I ever got about writing was that you can spend too much time and "ruin" it. You can take bad advice, certainly, you can lose interest and lose heart, but no one should fear going deeper into the work. I think most of my writing life I suffered from advice that was too vague for me -- things like, Plot is desire. Really? I desire a Dr. Pepper. This is not a plot. Or it could be, but I need more exact advice. And I'm working on it. My plot, like Snoopy's, is thickening. Tomorrow, I'm going to list some books to help people who are struggling like me with the whole "telling a structured story" thing.

The best thing I do when I write is actually see. I get away from the deadening mundane horror of the every day, the ways in which I go through one rote task to another. It requires two things that we sometimes forget to do: listening and seeing. Oh we listen if listening means waiting for our turn to speak. We seldom see what we don't already know. But alas, the world, lustrous and new, awaits our attention.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach." Winston Churchill

Cocktail Hour
Looking forward to the new Woody Allen -- You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Suicide Is Painless



Here's another novel excerpt -- and yes, I agree with Heff -- it's not that complicated! But hell, what do we women have to jaw on and on about if we don't pretend you guys have hidden depths? Ha! Back at you tomorrow!


“At least it’s an update from MASH,” I say, the one song I learned on the recorder during Music Appreciation class. I feel certain nobody was appreciating my impassioned instrumental with a particularly lively squeak on the “suicide is painless” part.

Along comes Paul Randall, a friend of Hank’s from his Boy Scout days. Paul still has the chronic acne of his youth, a condition that conspires to keep him unattractive. He dated a truly homely girl named Rena whom the other students in their super sensitive helpful way called Rhino, and he married her.

“Hey, my man,” Paul says to Hank, sticking out his hand for a high five, leaving me staring. Paul was never a my man, high five kind of guy. What next? Will he be referring to Hank as the “master blaster?”

Instead of engaging in conversation, I watch the girls on the field kick and twirl, the song reminding me of being married, in particular the brief period of my marriage where Andrew sewed his own pants to look like MC Hammer’s drawers. God, that was a dark time.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing." William James

Cocktail Hour
Still working on a couple of summer movie reviews -- has anyone seen The Kids Are All Right?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! Congratulations to my dear Rob on his new marriage! Check out the pictures at his wonderful blog, Rob's Fob, connected under More Poison.

Monday, July 19, 2010

What Men Want



Hey guys -- I haven't had time to take pictures for about a month, so here's an old one of me and the lovely Stacey from the vaults.

Got into a conversation the other day about what men want. Oh my. We already know what women want based on the Mel Gibson movie of the same name, right? Mel Gibson, that prize! Am I the only woman who didn't like Mel before all these tapes came out and find him more interesting now than he ever was on screen? He bored me in all his movies; now he sounds absolutely psychotic which is a change. But back to the menfolk. It's a broad topic, of course. But here's another take on the old question -- Men don't want to be your best friend. I think there's something bad about the contemporary age that has demystified romance. Your best friend can waste two good hours twirling around Target, looking for Snoopy paper towels. Your best friend can debate about clothes, concealer (I like the Dior, but it's so expensive! Maybe the Sephora brand one will work .. . ), and if the Entertainment Tonight guy who interviews the latest dumpee of Jake The Bachelor is really enjoying himself (Look, he's eating this shit up!)

Men don't want this in romance. Men, of course, all want different things based on who they are. No need to generalize. But I'm guessing some things are a given just like certain word combinations inspire fear -- maintenance chemotherapy, permanent make-up, dinner theater, confirmed bachelor, common-law wife, destination wedding. I'm guessing that it might be a good thing to not treat your beloved like your bff. Any comments on where this tendency comes from or other thoughts?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
Movie suggestion: Cyrus review tomorrow -- see it!

Cocktail Hour
Check out the Cornell West interview in Playboy -- the always excellent Brother West is brilliant and funny as always.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Mineral Wells from the Air





Hi everyone -- thanks for all the kind words about Sissy Lynn. Here's another view of Mineral Wells. I've been working on a rewrite of a book set in my hometown, so the postcards help. Hope you're having a great weekend!

Friday, July 16, 2010

The Happy And Long Life Of Sissy Lynn




Hi everyone -- thanks for all the good thoughts for Sissy Lynn, my sister's cute little dog, pictured above in a couple of her favorite spots. She has died after a very long and happy life. She provided much solace for my mother through the worst of her illness toward the end of her life, came to Michigan with Dad and Beth to visit me by car, flew on planes (her one and only experience with doggie Valium which left her hyper on the plane, asleep as soon as she got to her destination), and road to Sonic more times than I can count. Rest in peace, sweet Sissy Lynn.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Creepy Objects Of My Own Choosing



Have been working steadily in the doldrums of summer. Summer, weirdly, is a good time for writing in some ways given that there's so much sunshine that one (meaning me) desires to be inside. Away from skin damage, heat stroke, and afflictions of all kinds. Which brings me to the above picture. This lovely piece of art hung in my first writing space, an "office" connected to Daddy's garage. With no heating or cooling, the room acted as a furnace, keeping the hot side hot and the cool side cool. There wasn't much to recommend it as inspirational except that it was more private than the rest of the house, primarily because nobody wanted to spend very long in that room. This ancient warrior was one of the less creepy decorations.

So what's your writing space like? Does it matter where you work? I have spent a long time filling mine with talismans of good luck and creepy objects of my own choosing. But I find I can work anywhere, even with a million distractions. For some reason, I don't get into the complete silence thing. So tell me your secrets. Back tomorrow!

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Do not despise the bottom rungs in the ascent to greatness." Publilius Syrus

Cocktail Hour
Check out Jim's great chapbook for sale at Motor City Burning Press! I'll be doing a review of it soon.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Miracle Waters of Mineral Wells



Hi everyone -- thanks so much for all the supportive comments on the novel. Still revising, but feel as if I"m much closer to the finish line. And keep sending good thoughts to Sissy Lynn -- she's still alive, but still very ill. Happy Tuesday!

Monday, July 12, 2010

Pink Is The New Birthday!




Happy birthday to Trent, creator of the fabulous Pink Is The New Blog! Here we are, not so many years ago, at a party in Ann Arbor.

Novel excerpt of the day -- back tomorrow with cocktails!

“It seems like a real drag to actually have people over for a massage. Cleaning the house, setting fresh towels in the bathroom,” Amber says. She’s going through a second childhood, having been denied a first by Mother’s fragile psyche. When I got married oh so many years ago, Mother made me swear I wouldn’t have a baby. “You want to ruin your life, that’s a good way to do it.” On that point, Hank and Mother found common ground. Hank often says that the perfect woman would have no kids, no cats, no red hair, and not love for Disney. His first serious girlfriend had two sons, three cats, and bright red dreadlocks. She, however, did not like Disney.

“She massaged me a little before y’all got here,” Johnny said.

“You’re supposed to be drinking water to flush out your toxins,” Amber said. “all that is in you has to come out or it will give you a massive headache.”

“This fancy shit really is better than what Amy serves during her fat meetings.
Damn, it goes down easy.”

I offer some to Johnny, but he declines, sticking with his bottle of Jack. “I prefer to wash out my toxins with whiskey. What the fuck is a fat meeting?”

Hank and I explain that Amy is the president of the Philadelphia chapter of NAFA, the National Organization for Fat Acceptance. She takes her role as spokesperson seriously. I once saw her on ABC news, talking about how people would make mooing sounds at her as she went for her daily walk. “What I want to tell people is that I’m fine, I’m just fat.” This line along with a shot of Amy looking off into the distance served as the close for the segment.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Sometimes a mattress is just a mattress." Ray Drecker, Hung

Cocktail Hour
Hung episode this Sunday -- best ever!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!

Welcome to Mineral Wells



Sunday, July 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Jodi!



Happy birthday to my wonderful friend Jodi of The J Spot! To one of the most gorgeous, funniest, wisest people I know. Many happy days, my dear . . . Pictured is the lovely Jodi and my sister, also known as Good Tiny. Happy Sunday everyone!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

To Give Or Not To Give



Another novel excerpt before the weekend cocktail secrets revealed. Thanks for reading!

“We walk toward the picnic table with nametags. Tabby Chestnut sits with a smile plastered on her face. She’s wearing huge shoulder pads that make me wonder if she’s updated her wardrobe since we graduated. In high school, Hank called her Most Likely To Bitchslap Her Parents For Giving Her A Stupid Name.

“Are these really necessary?” Hank asks. “Don’t we know everyone already?”

“It’s our way of keeping track of who has paid,” Tabby says. “I see that M has paid everything for you both of you.” Tabby hands us blank nametags which is going to be a field day for Hank, no doubt. “Are you two an item or is Em still trolling the senior citizens dances for love?”
“Ha ha,” I say.
“Well, you are welcome to dig in,” Tabby says, smiling for real now. “The buffet is serve yourself.”

Still thin, I note to Hank about Tabby’s appearance. It’s a variation on a game we used to play on car trips which was before we passed an eighteen-wheeler, we would guess if the trucker was fat or thin.

“Still pinched. God, she has virtually no lips.” Hank looks at the line in front of us.

“Why don’t you find us a place to roost while I fill our plates. What do you want?” I ask

“A lot of everything,” Hank says. “Did not get near enough last night to keep me going now.”

I give my purse to Hank and on his arm it resembles an old-fashioned doctor’s bag bulging with instruments. And to think I looked hours to find it at TJ Maxx and plunked down almost a hundred dollars for it, even discounted to a third of its price. I look at my outfit to make sure there are no stains, a dress I often wear in Detroit in the summer -- black with think straps that criss cross over the shoulders. I hoped it didn’t look like I was trying too hard. When I got voted Most Studious twenty years ago, I wore my shortest black mini-skirt for the picture while I held a Time magazine in front of me bearing the headline, To Give Or Not To Give. Somehow no one objected.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Do not judge men by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy." Edward Chapin

Cocktail Hour
Movie suggestion: Cyrus (brilliant movie! Will be doing a review soon . . .)

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday!

Thursday, July 08, 2010

The Cure For Summer





Lest you think I've been running ten miles a day and eating dry toast this summer, I present to you these lovely cocktails. I'm planning on making a video (I know, I've been promising, but now for sure.) Any of these concoctions you'd like to see made?

Also, thanks for all thoughts and prayers for Sissy Lynn. She is still hanging on. Never let it be said she isn't tough! Happy Thursday to all!

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

My Favorite Season



Another quick scene from the novel. Tomorrow it's a fun post, all cocktails, all the time, in anticipation of the weekend.

I look into the cracked mirror, seven years of bad luck bisecting my face, making me look how I feel. The bathroom has no ceiling so dead leaves litter the floor, making me even more paranoid about snakes. Ah, fall, my favorite season, all dying trees and sharpened pencils and hope. Not this.

“Hey Em,” says Robin. I did not expect to see her here and am somewhat surprised she is alive. In high school, she’d come to honor’s English class, tripping on LSD and tell me about the night before when she woke up naked next to her car, no memory of what happened. She has one blue eye, one green, like a cat.

“You look like you’re seeing a ghost. Yes, I’m still alive,” she says, as if reading my mind. “So what’s going on?”

“Just taking a break,” I say. I look around to make sure there are no snakes. If anyone could bring them out of hiding, it’s Shiva the Destroyer.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It is better to be in chains with friends, than to be in a garden with strangers."
-Persian Proverb

Cocktail Hour
Pictures of summer cocktail galore tomorrow.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Sissy Lynn news -- she's still alive today. Thanks so much for all prayers and good thoughts and good luck to Chris' dog who is in surgery!

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Sissy Lynn



My sister's dog, Sissy Lynn (picture above with Baby Grouchie) is very ill right now. Regular readers know her from various pictures and videos. I'm having a hard time focusing on writing right now, so I'm posting an excerpt from the novel on which I'm working. Please send all good thoughts and prayers Sissy's way! I will keep you updated.

excerpt from How To Own and Operate A Haunted House (new and improved version!)

“I wouldn’t get too close to a cranky old blind man,” Hank says, giving her his cheek. He’s dressed in a ratty sleeveless black t-shirt and jeans. It’s been his standard uniform since our freshman year in college. He doesn’t wear a Scruples card in his hat anymore, but I don’t miss it. Easy enough to tell if Hank’s mood tends more toward the pitchfork or halo.

Amber has fluffy gold hair like out of a fairytale and we look almost nothing alike. I’m dark-haired with pail skin and she looks as wholesome as a Laura Ashley ad.

“Hello darling,” Johnny says, imitating Conway Twitty and hugging me.

Amber hates to wash dishes, so she sets out paper plates for the feast. I pull the bottle of champagne from my luggage and stick it in the freezer. We should start our weekend off right -- drink ourselves to health.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men." St. Francis of Assisi

Cocktail Hour
Working on some new potions . . .

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! For some reasons unknown to me, not all the comments have appeared on the last two posts. I'm hoping this doesn't happen again, but I didn't want anyone to think I had erased anyone's comment!

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Happy Fourth!



It's another holiday weekend, one that seems to bring out the worst kind of craziness in people. Heat, misery, booze, firecrackers and my rather unkind wish that the dipshits down the street who feel the need to shoot guns and fireworks at three in the morning might injure, well, a delicate appendage, are all par for the course. While I respect the meaning of the day, I choose not to grill, see fireworks displays, or wear red, white, and or blue. I don't look good in any of those colors and vanity prevents this simple display of patriotism. Plus, I'm way too worried about where Lebron will play next year. Please, King James, consider Detroit! We will treat you right. All hail, King James!

Even so, I feel the need to take a moment and imagine not having what we often take for granted. Freedom to write what I want, dress how I want, act as I want. A lot of us spend 364 days a year complaining about our country which is wonderful -- we're free to do so. So I take this weekend off from all that and give thanks to our troops, to the activists, even to the souls that somehow manage to be politicians. We get so stuck in our opinions which are constantly reinforced in this technological age where we can stay in a protected bubble where we are never challenged to see the world in any other way except those in which we are comfortable. The best poetry advice I ever received applies here -- Look closely. Stop acting as if you have seen it all. Enjoy the moment.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Freedom lies in being bold.” Robert Frost

Cocktail Hour
Fourth plans?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday! Many prayers go out to Joni Eareckson Tada in her recovery from surgery to remove breast cancer. While not always agreeing with her politically, I have had absolute admiration for Joni since reading her first memoir, Joni, as a child and find her subsequent works to be eloquent, refreshing, and inspiring. Get well, Joni!

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Holiday Weekend



Hey guys -- sorry about the absence. Have been a bit under the weather and will return tomorrow with a portion of How To Own And Operate A Haunted House, the extended dance mix. I've decided on a new framing device, and it's been a lot of fun to write. I'd also like to extend wishes for the happiest birthday ever to the always lovely Laura Benedict, author of Calling Mr. Lonelyhearts and keeper of the always fun Handbasket linked under my More Poison section. Happy birthday, gorgeous!