kampuchea |
Cambodia feels punched, like it is reeling from a blow. It has not rebuilt. Craters in country roads from landmine explosions require drivers to come to a complete stop, drive down steep edges into la...
Posted by LT on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 12:15:00 PST |
roots |
My neighbors cut down a tree in their front yard, leaving a stump barely a foot above ground. It was a good-sized tree, from the looks of the stump, about ten inches in diameter. In my yard, just over...
Posted by LT on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 03:07:00 PST |
purple |
When I can't stand looking at anything anymore, I shut my eyes and remember, usually with surprise, that I see colors on the backs of my eyelids. If I am outside and squeeze my eyelids shut while poin...
Posted by LT on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 10:52:00 PST |
The Man at the Gas Station |
White hair, shifty eyes.Dirty hands.He is not friendly, but he is not mean.He stocks the shelves with motor oil and tampons, Cool Ranch Doritos and Campbell's microwaveable chicken soup. He pushes but...
Posted by LT on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 11:14:00 PST |
tidbit |
I fumbled in my backpack for my most prized possession, a navy blue United States passport with my name in it, and laid it on the bedside table next to my head. They'll have to identify my body in th...
Posted by LT on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 12:04:00 PST |
On Becoming a Mrs. |
No one will treat us like that againlike a prince and princess valued and precious, unique and lovely and admirable and shining.Our friends won't get up in front of one hundred people and tell storie...
Posted by LT on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:45:00 PST |
the Mother Hips and how much I like them |
Recently I thought to myself, why not buy a house? Why not settle down a bit? Have a place to stay and make it nice...Then I went to see the Mother Hips. I know I post these blogs about bands a lot, h...
Posted by LT on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 09:47:00 PST |
