Author deanna

I suppose my inherent fascination with death rules a lot of my preoccupation with spiritual things, well, namely things held in high regard in nature, a recognition of the power and age of things we see in our daily landscape…. Continue Reading →

I recognize the beauty in the compromise of things, sometimes, giving you more opportunity to learn and come into things differently. I realized some things about myself yesterday riding on the back of a Harley for some 4 hours…which unfortunately… Continue Reading →

Well, every woman I know wants a cowboy or a man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, move a little muscle, you know the stuff that comes into play when you imagine yourself with someone physically, easily able… Continue Reading →

Mmmm. It’s been one of those, yeah, punctuated by all of the good things, only skimmed by some of the bad. Friday I decided I wanted to go see some music to try and throw me out of the morbid… Continue Reading →

I hate not being smart enough to make backups of our backups, recopying what one has copied. I have the fucking Hidalgo illustrations but because my website and wordpress are often pieces of shit, I have to redo the whole… Continue Reading →

Yeah, I know you thought that was about someone else. Perhaps some sleazy douche veteran who’s always changing and bedding someone new, forever single–posting lonely ads on craigslist. Oh, no, see, I have done the craigslist thing before. The last… Continue Reading →

My birthday is coming up here in a few months and I am in the midst of writing the hardest thing I think I have ever had to write. The memoir I am writing is taking a lot out of… Continue Reading →

Wow. What a difference a location can make… Finally home. Finally. That might have been one of the worst weeks to plan my visit, for all of the natural disasters and all. First an earthquake, then Irene. As I told… Continue Reading →

Yeah. So I traded in my speechless swoon over the weekend for the speechless hell I am in now. I am not one of those people who likes to be fueled by drama and discord. No, seriously. I lose my… Continue Reading →

Oh New York, how I miss thee in concept, but reality is a bit more tumultuous than that. I was doing my little daily jaunt to the coffee shop this morning and thought about how it was still 9 am,… Continue Reading →