Today is my little brother's 40th birthday, which means he's not so little anymore. But to me, he'll always be my little brother. Forty years ago, we were on my Uncle John's farm in Kingman, fishing at the creek. My parents were relaxing in lawn chairs, watching us kids fish and annoy one another. Uncle … Continue reading My little brother
Author: MermaidofthePlains
Spiders, window wells and Mother Ocean
My office at work is located in what we like to call the "Garden Level." It's the basement, although a nice, recently renovated basement complete with painted window wells. More accurately, golf course inspired murals adorn the once gray walls of our window wells. They were painted by a former WSU art student who now owns … Continue reading Spiders, window wells and Mother Ocean
Poems and a picnic table
Yesterday we had our staff retreat at Eberly Farms. I assumed I would post today about the retreat, considering that it was the most interesting retreat in the five years I've been with my current employer. We had an incredible speaker who was lively, intelligent, funny, and kept us thoroughly engaged as we discussed the results of our … Continue reading Poems and a picnic table
The day after a holiday
It is June 1. Already. And it's the first day of the work week following a 3-day (4-day for me) weekend. Always tough. I always wake up on the side of ambition going into that first day after a holiday. Like this morning, I got up after only one snooze-button tap, 20 minutes of spine-stretching … Continue reading The day after a holiday
Who I am, Where I’m from
May 31, 2010: I am from cold well-water on a one hundred degree day. From Cudahy meat packing plant and warm bologna. I am from the sound of train whistles (long, mournful cries in the night), and tornado drill sirens at noon. I am from sunflowers and the maple tree in the back yard covered in the … Continue reading Who I am, Where I’m from
Mermaid of the Plains 