• G Parks commented on the post, patience 9 years ago

    Every single time I try, it seems to backfire. Except last week when I was stuck in line at the DMV I had a breakthrough. It was absolutely horrendous. The old me would have started fuming only after ten minutes: fidgeting, huffing, exhaling loudly, grumbling. The old me was boiling up. But now, the old […]

  • G Parks commented on the post, hats 9 years, 1 month ago

    I haven’t covered my head with a hat in a long time. I have lots of hair and they tend not to make hats for people with as much hair as I have, The only thing I generally have available is those damned “reggae” “rastafarian” novelty hats. I do have a cowboy hat I had […]

  • G Parks commented on the post, trees 9 years, 1 month ago

    So much greenery! It’s exploding in my eyes! I should have gone to the eye doctor sooner and gotten a new prescription. Who knew that trees had leaves? Who knew that leaves had veins? I want to open those veins and suck out the marvelous life juice that makes a tree a tree!

  • G Parks commented on the post, loft 9 years, 1 month ago

    Sifting through my boxes – which usually hate doing – I actually felt light at heart. I looked around my new apartment and I was thrilled! I love a small, simple space. I like being able to set it up and have the only walls be made of organizational changes. Who needs a one bedroom […]

  • G Parks commented on the post, bleak 9 years, 1 month ago

    Never before had I been consumed by so much disappointment in myself. My future had no prospects on tap to make things look better. I was totally lost. I had screwed up and it was going to take some doing to get myself back on track and back in Mom’s good graces.

  • G Parks commented on the post, mist 9 years, 1 month ago

    “Shame, shame, shame,” admonished Andrew. “It was such a beautiful day. The way the sunlight was diffused through the air was splendid.

    “Too bad it had to end like this.”

  • G Parks commented on the post, rustling 9 years, 1 month ago

    It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Skip was going to bury his stash right here, in this strange metal tree. Humans sure had a weird idea of what a tree was, but who was he to question? They were bigger, needed more food.