Saturday, April 28, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Friday, March 16, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Friday, February 17, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Dolores told her she needed to get out more, but every time Sandra set foot out of condo 16D, she found one more reason to invest in anything that offered "Free delivery".
Friday, February 03, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Thursday, February 02, 2012
The Story of Achilles
I am still tentative however, perhaps more out of fear than caution, assuming that something WILL suddenly go wrong. But nothing goes wrong, and everyday the fear ebbs away, just a little at a time. I made my first precision jump on Sunday after personally refusing to let today come to pass and not giving it a shot. It was more of a mental leap than physical because it took a while to convince myself to just leap ... landing will be what it may.
I leapt. I landed. I smiled.
And it was good.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Her parents, teachers, and eventually her therapist repeatedly tried to convince her that clowns should be funny. Clowns should bring happiness. But for Sandy coulrophobia seemed more like a fear of her own joy. She couldn’t remember the specific encounter that ignited the fuse that would continually burn her growing up in south Brooklyn. She only knew that every weekend when the other children and even her own siblings would venture out to Coney Island, she was nowhere to be found. Her therapist told her that when individuals feel safe in a predetermined process, they might be more willing to address the issues with exceptional bravery and profound courage. Sandy had no idea what the response would be when confronted head on in the most “unsafe” manner.
Friday, January 06, 2012
Ballard Street Stories
Barbara vowed never to dedicate her life to the routine of the competitive circuit if only she could take Best in Show just once. After finally emerging champion a decade ago, she stuck to her word and disappeared from the Westminster lifestyle, even refusing to address Millie by her proper title, Champion Surrey Spice Girl.
In the years to pass, Ron wondered if Barbara had made the right decision - after all, they were the husband and wife dynamic duo of the regional dog duels. But Barbara stood fast and slowly but surely, a welcome peace came over the Scott household where regimented prancing laps and posing around their trodden garden were substituted for casual romantic strolls along friendly neighbourhood lanes.
Then one uncharacteristically tepid winter afternoon, as Barbara perused her preferred periodical, she came upon a story that rattled something hidden deep down inside. Something she thought she had locked away forever. Millie felt a shift in Barbara’s mood and immediately sprung to her beloved’s lap, her little tail beating against Barbara’s thigh in earnest concern. From the study, Ron felt the tension fill the air and called out, “Barbara, what is it?”
The only sound, Millie’s flapping tail.
“A deerhound,” was the barely audible whisper of a reply. That bastard breed had made it’s way to the winners circle for the first time in the show’s history, closely edging out the year’s best poodle.
“You know what this means Ron,” grumbled Barbara reluctantly, “It’s time to return.” A sudden shredding erupted… Well, if it isn’t little Miss Millie High Maintenance!
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Friday, July 29, 2011
Heaven
Friday, July 01, 2011
Damn you, Sky Monkey.
That's the only way I can accurately describe the weather today. From the earliest waking moments through press time, there has been no reprieve. My rainsuit needed and received makeshift patches and I boldly took to the road on Pandora with a few accessories as possible.
Here's to getting home dry tonight.