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justdestinyhttps://justdestiny.wordpress.comWriter. Editor. Sorta single mom delighting in the daily sublime with my three wack-a-doodle kids.
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Tobias’ Touch

The first edition of “Steptember.” Click on the picture for a direct link to Artist a Day.

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It was nearly bathtime when the boys decided to take one last look in the old barn. Joshua had scrambled up the rickety ladder, calling dibs on whatever knickknacks PawPaw had left in the loft. Tobias had barely made it halfway up when Joshua stepped off the ladder and gripped the rafters, his feet dangling wildly above the dirt floor. “There’s nothin’ up there but spiders and a dumb babydoll head,” Joshua said as Tobias popped his head up into the loft. “I’m goin’ to play out back.” Continue reading →

Au Revoir Aout

Fresh backpacks, new fall clothes, squeaky clean sneakers…the new school year is upon us and I am inspired. While I’ve taken Bruno Mars’ “Lazy Song” to new heights with my shuffling back into bed post-bus stop dropoff, even I realize that I don’t want to hit October 1 and look back on the previous month as Sleptember. It’s time to get the lead out of my ass and get started on a new project. And a writing one at that… Continue reading →

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The “I Have to Pee” Edition

  1. This is gonna be like mad minute math–quick and to the point because I have to pee–and yes, I realize I can leave at any time and return–I like challenges, even if it means a little dribble.
  2. You know when you put a cup of orange juice in the freezer and leave it until it gets not-quite-frozen, just slushy, orange-juicy goodness? That’s a cup of happiness right there.
  3. After getting that sinking feeling from seeing J’s hand-carved name on my solid wood bedroom door, I would like to humbly, and sincerely this time, apologize to my parents for getting ink from my Hello Kitty stamp pad on their new carpet when I was 8. I get it.
  4. I think I might like to take Prof. Snape’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class…I bet I could get some mad parenting tips while picking up some demon-fighting skills!
  5. Do you think Alanis Morissette really did go down on Ryan Reynolds in a theater, or was she just taking artistic liberties?
  6. In a sorta sneak peak at my September writing challenge, I’m touting my clever captioning skills with Wednesday’s Artist a Day painting: I call it “A Pirate Looks at Forty Winks.”
  7. I like turtles.

I love you all, some more than others.

Naked No Longer

Not quite as decked out as the old lady who has gone to her grave, but still sporting some independent rock band love. Now, if only I could get some PA speakers and a big ole Red Wanting Blue flag like they suggested…then I might qualify as a real Band-Aid. 🙂

Jake's New Tats

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The “Crap It’s Tuesday” Edition

  1. I want an OPI nail polish named after me: Destiny Digs Rockstars, and it will be iridescent purple.
  2. Roadtrips always make me question my parenting style…at least this time I didn’t throw a disputed toy out the window.
  3. My baby sister is 30, a fact that doesn’t freak me out nearly as much as my impending 34th.
  4. Said baby sister is the best party planner ever and she is officially in charge of planning my funeral when the time comes…it’ll be rockin’!
  5. It looks like we’ll be moving again…same town, cheaper rent, yet another address to add to our files.
  6. I’m considering an art-inspired writing challenge for September–perfectly timed for our move–nothing like a little pressure.
  7. I’m entering a Destiny First phase and it’s both refreshing in that my unfettered passion remains solid beneath my surface and sobering in that it can be so easily misplaced. More lessons from my thirties in my back pocket.
I love you all, some more than others.

Seven Sentences for Sunday–The Do I Really Want to Start This Again Edition

 

  1. Vanilla Almond pancakes with Nutella spread on them are served at the head table in heaven’s dining hall–I am certain of it.
  2. A week of solitude followed by back-to-back events with grownup conversation can make you realize how easy it is to become a dullard if you’re not careful.
  3. I miss my metaphors–the really good ones that everyone loves–so if you find them, please send them back.
  4. After a craptastic summer, I’m doing alright–thanks for asking. 🙂
  5. Ez walked by me today and brushed her arm along my shoulder. When I leaned in for a kiss, she whispered softly, “I farted” before meandering past.
  6. If you haven’t found “Spotify” online, find it.
  7. I went to church today…don’t shit yourself.

By the Light of Saturday’s Sun

“The angels visited me again last night,” I say, barely lifting my head from my arm. “They called me seraphim and played with my hair.”

“Mmm,” he says, kissing my bare shoulder. We’ve slept in, and he’s found a place tucked behind me as I lie on my side facing the early afternoon light. My squinting eyes filter the rays into starbursts of light through my eyelashes, a daytime fireworks show displayed just for me. He traces his palm along the valley before my hip, and I look over my shoulder, watching him watch me. Continue reading →

Upon the Constellations We Rise

Two lost loves, one gray, one green

Married each other sight unseen.

Through the air they embraced

Then swiftly departed through time and space

Every night he’d hear her song

The taste of her breath for which he’d long

Would simmer gently along his lips

He’d cross galaxies for just one kiss

Their fates unite them, though circumstances divide

Among the cosmos they remain true and tried

For when again they shall come together

And cut the strings that do them tether

No stormy grounds, nor earthly fires

Will quell their eternal love’s desires.

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Post-Rapture Edition

Back by popular demand, here are this week’s Seven Sentences for Sunday:

  1. Hoax by crazy fundamentalists to bring light to their cause or not, this rapture stuff was fun.
  2. It doesn’t matter how old I get, road tripping by myself with the tunes cranked in the car and the wind blowing my hair into a mess is one of the greatest pleasures in my life.
  3. The neighbors in the hotel room next to me are having sex for the second time this morning, and I am trying not to be jealous that they are partaking in one of the other great pleasures in my life.
  4. My difficult decision this morning consists of Waffle House or Cracker Barrel as I go on my post-concert breakfast binge.
  5. I find myself wondering what the hell I’m going to do with Jolie this summer, but then I remember that my Mommy pants fit just fine when I get home and get into my weekly routine.
  6. I have stopped wondering where I am going and am just going…somehow I manage to turn just before I run into a wall.
  7. I’ve given in, let go, given up, left behind, and jumped in head first this week…next week I’d like fewer prepositions and to leap in with my whole freaking body instead of one piece at a time.

I love you all, some more than others…

Wide Open Spaces

So I’m totally cheating this week and pulling out some old, unpublished stuff, but it’s kind of fun to look back on some of my thoughts when I was a naive twenty-something. I was reminded of this essay when I once again rejoined the very same dance aerobics class at the YMCA only to find the same two instructors AND the very same Jane with her still stunning legs. So I dug up this little treasure to share with you–from when I was a mom of a single instead of a single mom. Enjoy! Continue reading →