Yay! It's the Oneth of September and I'm happier than the average bear. September is the month that brings us the beautiful Autumnal Equinox which falls officially on September 22nd, my birthday. Is it any wonder that I love Autumn? I was born for it. Autumn signifies order and routine as the kidlens head off to school. Autumn leaves blow… Continue reading Autumn is Coming
I remember you. I dream of you. And, I remember you. My memories of you are heavy. How much do illusions weigh? My memory is selective. What do I forget when I remember you? I need to know. Because, I remember you.
For as long as I can remember, daisies have always been my favorite flowers. Symbols of love, purity, and innocence, they're such sweet, homey, and cheerful flowers. Daisies always bring me sweet memories of my childhood. They remind me of the whimsical little effeuiller la marguerite [pluck the daisy] game that I used to play -- only my translation… Continue reading You’re a Daisy if You Do
So, my spice took me to New York last week to see Jessica Lange performing with an ensemble cast to die for [or drool over, depending on your bent] in Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey Into Night. A magnificent four-hour free-fall into the unpalatable bowels of addiction, depression and blame. It was wonderful! You can check out… Continue reading 5 Things this Texan Discovered in New York
As International Women's Month draws to a close, I thought I'd share a glimpse at a few of my favorite fine, fierce and fabulous women from Texas -- where we grow 'em beautiful, bright, and brave. Joan Crawford, San Antonio, Texas. Sissy Spacek, Quitman, Texas. Farrah Fawcett, Corpus Christi, Texas. Robin Wright, Dallas, Texas… Continue reading Fierce Texan Women
I ran across this modest little poem in the earliest hours of this morning and it struck me in such a significant way, that I read and re-read it several times, trying to digest its considerable meaning, while grinning from ear to ear. I must admit that I admire anyone cheeky enough to give God… Continue reading God is Slightly Crazy, Right?
Oh my, randall smoot's just opened a great big ol' can of worms concerning the separation of artists and their work. This is a subject that causes much wailing and gnashing of teeth in the Allen home. It's a constant debate, although I usually just heave a heavy sigh and lament the fact that my lust for… Continue reading Arthur Miller’s Fall from Grace
Isn't it the sad truth for book lovers that whenever the powers that be decide to take one of your favorite books and run it through the celluloid engine, they inevitably skrimp on substance? As both a self-proclaimed bibliophile and avid cinephile, this fact is one of the most heart-wrending banes of my existence.… Continue reading Words o’ Wisdom Wednesday