marlene kelly
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Tonight, I watched the HBO special “Talking Funny.” I felt like I was eavesdropping on the after-work conversation between Jerry Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Louis C.K. and Ricky Gervais. The first thing that struck me is the fact that all four of these guys seemed to be a little uneasy with themselves, almost self-conscious about the…
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I’m starting a list of the things I resist, So that I might find a new point of view. One that no longer causes me bother, My one-sided feelings askew. I want to see how free it would be To give up what I think I must fight. When raising my arms, or my voice…
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Why don’t things work out the way I want them to? When does life get fun again? Am I good mother/father/brother/daughter/girlfriend/boss? Is this all there is…the gradual decline…and my inevitable death? How many times a day do you have a fearful thought or worry about something you have no control over? My guess is more than…
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When I finally take a moment to listen To the bump, bump, bump in my chest There is a question louder than expected, Where have you been? In my head, I reply. Refining my ability to be ambivalent. I read more about people like Angelina Jolie Than I know about the war in Iraq. I am…
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Just typing the word desperate makes me feel uneasy. It’s a word I am wholly uncomfortable with because I do not identify myself that way. I’m capable, self-sufficient and charming. Who would want to identify themselves as feeling anything like desperation? (Just ask Teri Hatcher or Eva Longoria.) But yet, we all hold a kernel…
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When you’re driving on the interstate and the lane you’re in ends in five hundred feet, do you get over into the next lane as soon as you can or do you stay in your lane until it ends before moving over? I always believed the right thing to do was to get over as…
Let It Bespoken 