Do you remember those nasty battle ropes that my trainer, Gary, made me use at the gym? (If not, click here for the blog & video: A Tired Marla is a Good Marla…) Last week he altered the way I use them to have me pulling the ropes, hand over hand, as fast as possible, … More From Battle Ropes to Shark Wrangler: Marla’s Delusional Fitness Motivation
I have a problem with my mouth. It doesn’t necessarily listen to the relatively small part of my brain that tells me to be graceful, be still in a moment, be couth. In other words, I blurt; brain-to-mouth with relatively no filter. I like to think it’s part of what makes me “quirky,” borderline “charming” … More A Case of the Puckering Buckeye and the Other Puckering Buckeye
Today I saw blue whales. They are the largest mammals on earth. The closest I’ve ever come to one was the fiberglass replica looming overhead in the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. With over-hunting of the species in the 20’s and 30’s, there are “only around 3-4,000 in the Northern Hemisphere” … More Blue Whales, Dolphins, and a Child’s Imagination
“The person susceptible to “wanderlust” is not so much addicted to movement as committed to transformation.”Pico Iyer A friend recently asked me why I travel so much. As I sit on on our deck this morning, swinging and clacking away at my laptop (blogging is the only time I don’t compose with pen and paper) … More On wanderlust and writing hard. On Iyer, Patchett and Loren
I received an email from my brother with the subject line of “Overture.” It was written entirely in verse, and I could not resist making it today’s blog. I’d like to say this writing ability runs in our family, but after reading “Overture” I believe my brother has all the talent and I have just … More Overture: a blog from my brother regarding elderberries.
Spoiler alert: The Spirit of Qatar wins. I’m not a reporter. I’m a writer who allows herself to focus on a few small things and tell you my observations, my interactions, my thoughts. So it was with the 2012 Lucas Oil Madison Regatta. Except for a few lucky gentleman’s bets on my favorite, Miss Madison, … More Marla dreams of stealing a hydroplane. Madison Regatta, Part 3 of 3.
If you prefer your Marla in a box of sunshine, this post is not for you. Close the window and return tomorrow. There will be a new rainbow, or fluffy kittens and plenty of sunshine when you come back, and our relationship will be none the worse for it. But today I’m lonely. I’m sad. … More Heritage Trail Day 2: Grief and Loneliness…and one more wipeout.
This was my husband’s reply, trailing off in a fit of laughter, after I told him of my morning encounter. I went through the list of characters I’ve met in the last few days of watching the Madison-Milton Bridge Project on the Ohio River. I try my best to give a character sketch and, more … More “It’s a good thing you’re already married…”
Happy Summer Solstice! I’ve been celebrating summer for a few days already by picking my ripe black raspberries and making jam. I wanted to share a delicious mix with you, as well as a taste of what I did last night. I suppose the title of this blog should be Summer Solstice, Poetry, Jam…and Clowns, … More Summer Solstice Poetry Jam…and Clowns
I was sixteen when my dad had his final, fatal heart attack. I was spending my summer with him at his home in Las Vegas. It was a strange summer, full of the awful and the awfully humorous as Dad tried to teach me how to drive his stick-shift VW bus in the middle of … More To my Late Father on his 70th Birthday: Tiny Colossus; Conquering Giant
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