Mary Lou Haberman
Sojourner who makes, creates, and writes along the way
Mom, would you have rather been buried at sea – Rocks in your pockets. Slow descent on the backs of dolphins? Breathlessly aware. Your journey to earth’s eternal embrace Illuminated by Father Sun and Mother Moon As they rock you in spirals of wavy silence While Each and every Neon sunfish, Sting ray, Shark, Angelfish, …
Posted on April 2, 2021 Words matter. Words create reality. Thanks to Jim Capdevielle for bringing the concept of community immunity to my attention. Golly. Now THAT makes sense. All along I’ve been grossed out by the term ‘herd immunity’ even though i understand what it means. ‘Herd immunity’ is the goal to assure survival of a group …
The virus made them do it. St. Patrick’s Day 2020. Supposed to stay home. Ok. No big deal. Searching for something to eat, the box of chocolate cake mix shimmered with an emerald green aura. “Of course!” I thought. I’ll make St. Patrick’s Day cupcakes. Dark chocolate chocolate cupcakes with gorgeous green frosting. It took …
In just 16 hours, I will have been alive in this form for 70 years. I’m on the edge, on the cusp, at the end and at the beginning. The year I turned 60, my mom died. The year I turned 50, I took my kids to Hawaii. For the 40th, I had a slumber …
55 days since last post. Settled into the Great Pause. Frequent intention to write. Choosing instead to dance with Distraction. Needing less. Feeling more. Time morphs. Then disappears. Today is “Blursday”, right? Juggling Grief’s prism. Piano pleasures. Meditate using The Stare. New handle: “Boomer Zoomer”. “All About That Bass” by Meghan Trainor sets the beat …
So many new thoughts and strange feelings the past 10 days. In conversation with friends, family, and folks on the trail where I walk (keeping social distance), I’m learning others’ experiences are similar. The usual ways of marking time have evaporated. I lose track of the days and have no need for clocks. Is this …
Just now, I reread the first Virus Chronicles. Wow! TMI! – who really wants to read about infected toes? Thinking back, I was crazy scattered, disoriented, wild with anxiety – like so many others. My usual common sense filter had failed. So, I promise – no more gross talk about infected toes!! It was one …
Book Review: Strange Hotel I recently read Eimear McBride’s novella, Strange Hotel (2020, Farrar, Straus, Giroux). McBride is a young Irish writer committed to sharing her perspective on women. I was curious to read it after I heard her interviewed on Brooke Warner’s podcast, Write-Minded. I anticipated an easy read since the book is small …
Day 2 – aware of grief -Disbelief and denial. Losses: get-togethers with friends, gym, Y for swimming, other freedoms. Contemplating what “freedom” has meant. Invited for dinner with family. We laughed, ate gourmet ( that’s their style), played charades and took funny photos. Did we hug too much? Wondering, “what does this mean for the …
“Going for a ride” was a ritual in my family. Dad would say, “Let’s go for a ride” and we piled into the station wagon. He seemed eager to get out of town and slowed onto the gravel roads, as he sang “I’ve been working on the railroad…” or recited “I saw them tearing a …