Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Happy Labor Day

What a hot summer we’ve had! Heat-warning hot. Hit-you-in-the-face-and-suck-your-breath-out hot. Zap your strength, blow open all of your pores, and leak you into a puddle of misery hot. Burn your hands on the steering wheel hot. Burrito hot. Old dog breath hot, the kind that’s humid and smelly and too close to your face until you feel like you either can’t breathe or don’t want to.

That kind of hot. So hot that when I went out to clean up dog poop, the dog didn’t bound up to accompany me, but refused to budge from the dark, air conditioned hallway and watched me instead with his droopiest hound dog face. And when I got out there, I discovered the poop had baked into little black poop-shaped charcoal briquettes.

And now that the weather is cooling and summer is considered to be over, I have one thing to say:

Over already??!

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering. ~Gordon A. Allport


  1. The "little black poop-shaped charcoal briquettes." lol

    I agree where did it go? :D
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

  2. Gee, summer WAS a blast furnace wasn't it? "Charcoal poop." You always make me laugh out loud.

  3. Really? Adorable Buddy leaves charcoal poo-poos?! Can you blame him for not wanting to leave the A/C?! LOL

  4. Tammy - you are one of the winners in my giveaway! need you to contact me via Facebook (see the link on my blog) so I can send you your book!


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