Oh, when the Saints … go on the field
Oh, when the Saints go on the field
Oh, when the Saints go on the field
A little later on to-day (more…)
Crows
In the dark
The crows assemble
Unhunching shoulders
With glossy shrugs,
Beaks sussing out
Some unwelcome things
Among them.
Half-opening wings,
Not preening
Just quiet fluffing
And subtle shiftings
Of weight;
Almost imperceptible shufflings
In the order of things.
Readying themselves;
Maybe steadying,
For day and light
Then flight.
Copyright 2010 MC Coolidge
What if? …
… right this moment … or at least the minute you get done reading this blog …
What if we all got up exactly this moment and (more…)
Family fun …
Tonight, I went to my Mom’s house for dinner … with her stomach all bandaged up, she STILL managed to warm up some quiche, steam some broccoli, and set her brand, new dining table (the one my brother and I bought earlier this week).
I made her laugh — which made her hurt (in her stomach). (So, does this make me a good daughter or a bad one?! :)) (more…)
Fun in the sun
Late this afternoon, I knocked off work and went to the beach. It was not very crowded — which was super nice — and the water, the sand, and the sky all had a tranquility not often felt or seen, really. Sometimes the hubbub on the beach gets to me, but tonight was calm and a beautiful light was in the sky and in the water that reminded me of those certain European painters (I don’t know art well enough to remember just which ones) who captured light in the loveliest of ways.
The air had that special quality that I think is one of the reasons why this area was once called or marketed as “The Italy of America” for possessing light or maybe the essence of light similar to that country where so many master painters went to indulge their passion.
Anyway, I walked at a brisk pace for about 35 minutes and then indulged myself in nothingness. I took off my shoes and socks and walked in the water — it was pretty cold. I watched the sanderlings. I thought, really, about nothing. 
I watched the sunset, something I’m often too busy or too preoccupied to do.
Then I came home. And, although fun of a quiet kind, it was still fun — to just be kind of still in my head. I think I need a bit more of that.
MC in Sarasota Magazine — making New Year Resolutions for Everyone Else!
In the current (January) issue of Sarasota Magazine — I’m featured, along with attorney Morgan Bentley, Asolo Rep artistic producing director Michael Donald 
Edwards, Argus Foundation director Kerry Kirschner, comedian Les McCurdy, and arts critic Richard Storm, and Bob Plunket, Sarasota’s own version of Dominick Dunne — in Pam Daniel’s “New Year’s Resolutions We Can Believe In” column.
In it, we all try to be funny and smart — to varying degrees of success and cruelty! — in telling other people what they should be shooting for and focusing on in 2010 — folks like Art Nadel, Facebook users, Charlie Crist, Sarah Palin, city manager Bob Bartolotta, and more.
I thought I was a little meanie until I met the rest of my esteemed panelists — these guys don’t even think about pulling their punches (or their punchlines)!
Check it out at http://www.sarasotamagazine.com/Articles/Sarasota-Magazine/2010/01/New-Years-Resolutions.asp — or pick up a copy on newsstands today.
A little bit of slapstick
So, yesterday, my brother came in to town for a quick visit to see our Mum. Of course, it AMAZES me — when he walks through the door of the hospital room it’s like a combo of George Clooney, mile-high chocolate cake, and Jesus has rolled into one has waltzed on air into the room instead of my regular, old, human brother. My Mom breaks into tears: “Oh!” “Ah!” “You made it!” “I’m so glad you’re here!” Tears flow harder. Small smiles (in too much pain to smile BIG) come.
Sheesh. What am I? Chopped liver? (more…)
Mojo rehab
After a dismal last week through Friday, then, came Saturday.
A friend, another writer in town, called and asked if I wanted to go on a walk. I jumped at the opportunity, despite my sloth-like mentality and went to meet her.
We walked, and laughed, and swapped horror stories about clients and writing projects and people and men. We yakked and gave each other advice and swore at the skies and it was …. hold on to your hats … a lot of fun. Just shows the power of a good girl walk ‘n talk.
I returned home, mood considerably brightened. And then had tremendous fun that night on a date. (more…)
Fun-angst
Geez. I’m more than a little disappointed in myself. I’m sorry to be such a drag … but I’m not having an easy time with all this fun I’m supposed to be having. Last week, I REALLY struggled to find my fun mojo, hell, I struggled to find any mojo at all. I was schlepping around like I had an albatross the size of Manhattan — maybe several of the buggers — around my neck, on top of my head, and tied to my ankles. I was in a major funk — and not at all the fun kind. (more…)