The Grudge. It’s that movie. You know the one. Sarah Michelle Gellar gets scared in Japan. Those Japanese directors really get it. They know there’s one thing scarier than the run and get killed, my pretty that we have in the west. Kids. Kids are scary as hell. That Ring movie – stupid. Still, I
Monthly Archives: February 2006
I’m too tired to make sense. Too tired to be creative and talk in a voice that isn’t mine. I’m back in the belly of the Corporate Beast (Let’s kill all the lawyers*) and my brain is already cooked to a tinder. A few things I’ve been reminded of this week. One. Some people have
“…. is killing me.” Driving the road was like driving through a mine field. Mining was destroying the land. Leveling and laying bare the world’s oldest havens. Ancient rivers. Glaciated mountains. Time had softened their edges. Eroded their heights. Coal companies set out to destroy the rest. Surface Mining. Mountain top removal. It had many
Sometimes a girl feels like pretty and a chippie. I can’t do the fish & more because I’m Livin La Vida Thurmond. But I can do pretty, and I can do it in a list. I read this morning that the average British woman spends over £180,000 (Transatlantic Translation: $302,400) in a lifetime on beauty
She was tired of being old. Tired of dressing head to toe in what use to be. Memories of a mother. A husband. He’s my heart, and I’m gonna see him soon. A father that never really was. Tired of not yet going where she knew she belonged. Her name was Belle, and she would
I was born in a little knock about town by the Tug Fork of the Big Sandy River. Some time before people came along the Appalachian Plateau was carved up for residency by the mountain waters. Not the second-run kind that Dewey got liquored up on at 160 proof; but the kind that leaked into
My aunt is ballsy as hell. Whether that works for her or not these days, I don’t know. You’ll have to ask. But I know I loved it when I was thirteen. When she used to sneak boxes of romance novels (Serious contraband in my house) into my room and under my bed. The kind
