Julia Park Tracey

Faith, hope, love, these three abide, but the greatest of these is love. Really. What do I believe in now? Not sure. But I know that I believe. In something. I have written here how I lost my spiritual faith in the loss of my marriage (collateral damage, I guess), and how I have spent the past few years fumbling in the darkness toward — something or nothing, never quite sure what. I was pretty sure that it would never return because what is faith but a crock of shit anyway? Like believing in aliens or crop circles, like believing in fairies and dragons, something for children to play with,…

(Brilliant idea shamelessly stolen from Joshilyn Jackson) 1. He makes me laugh.2. He makes our kids laugh.3. He makes my friends and family laugh.4. When he laughs, everybody laughs.5. His eyes are this beautiful gold-brown color.6. They light up when he laughs or smiles.7. He knows some really obscure trivia (sports, music and otherwise).8. He also knows everything you ever wanted to know about music in the 70s, 80s and beyond.9. Sometimes that kind of knowledge can be frightening.10. He is a good dancer.11. He likes to stop whatever he is doing and take me on a little foxtrot around the room. Usually when I’m doing dishes or cooking.12. He…

…or trying to. We’ve been sick, on and off, for the past three weeks, with Patrick’s surgery (a man-thing he had to get fixed), three bouts with the flu plus that nasty cold with the cough. It’s been yucky. And lately I think I might have a kidney stone. So it’s oodles of fun down here on the health farm. But I’m officially self-employed now with a couple of great clients who make me happy, working on their PR needs. I’ll post links to them as their events happen. The Red Hills Review spiritual readings event Nov. 30 went off beautifully, though not with a huge audience. It was really…

…and through the woods, to Great-Aunt Doris’ house we go…When we were kids someone would get carsick. Someone (adult) would drink too much. We were always late, and heard about it (we still do). Politics — like religion, a verboten topic — would be broached anyway, and tempers would rise. Those were the days. I went to see my Great-Aunt Doris the day after Thanksgiving, with two of my kids in tow. She’s 95 now, and I have mentioned how she recently had a pacemaker put in. But we’re long-lived on the Bailey-Upshaw side of the family, and she still has a few years left if she’s to catch up…

My hands are freezing. What is it about this time of year? I was just sitting on the beach, it seems, like last week, except it was actually July, but it feels so recent that this cold weather makes me feel cheated and bereft. I’ve been playing catch-up (again) this last week after Literati Nov. 5, and I did a bunch of domestic stuff like cleaned the house, laundry, emptied my car of Literati supplies, etc. Very exciting stuff! Aren’t you glad you’re reading!?! High on my list are the thank-you notes I’ve been sending to all and sundry participants, as well as trying to wrangle up a bunch of…