December 19, 2013

Right Past Joyed Into Overjoyed

When the name Ephemily was born, it came from a few intangibles.  Ephemeral was the biggest "root" concept.  The world and the people in it float in and out of my daily life like feathers on the wind, or leaves in a stream.  I could spend hours contemplating why that is,and have spent more than one golden afternoon on the subject, tumbling over thoughts in my own head.  That's not my purpose today.  Today I celebrate what happens when that feather comes back down to earth and lands in my hat.

This month has been one of many changes.  I could focus on the scramble to make ends meet after losing a source of income for the foreseeable future, but money doesn't mean happiness.  I'd rather focus on feelings, making memories, and stuff that lasts long after the bills are paid and the waitress has been properly tipped.

December 16, 2013

Fucker, BeWare

I've seen this story about being childless floating all over social media recently, and I like the story.  I kinda have to, right?  I mean, this is a thing and all.

December 8, 2013

Song for Spaghetti after 35

♫ ♪
Hello heartburn my old friend.
You've come to torture me again.
With the burning slowly creeping
Scalds my gullet while I'm digesting
And the pain that was burning in my gut
Snuggled in
Banished soon, by pepto.

~Song for Spaghetti after 35

December 5, 2013

Cumming of Age Before I Did

I had been in college a whole 7 weeks before I turned 18, but was perhaps the greatest sense of forever I’d yet experienced.  I was half a country away in a small private school in a tiny Pennsylvania town.  A friend would later describe that part of the county as if you were living in a postcard.  On my birthday, my new friends and I walked across town to the local supermarket to pick up a few things.  On the way out, we triumphantly marched up to the lottery ticket vending machine and I threw away my first dollar bill on state sponsored suckerism.  I didn't win anything, and it's not like security was tight, but it felt like a milestone anyway.  Having found new friends so quickly and being able to stretch my wings away from the oversight of my parents was the best gift I thought I could get.  In a way, I was wrong.  I got this unbelievable story to tell.