dear dawn,

i was in your bed yesterday.
see me?
that's me.
in your bed.
as soon as you left, i was there.
in your warm bed.
laying on your warm covers,
with your husband.
and he loves me more than you.
because i'm cuter.
so there.

sincerely,
molly dodd

fortune cookie thursday



a. if you are in desperate need to tinkle
b. if you are holding a cup of very hot coffee
c. if you're trying to sleep
d. if you tell him to swerve to avoid the pothole

can you think of the many others i've missed?
happy thursday!

thanks heather for the link to format differently! xo



lately,
all this introspection
has been
making me feel
a
bit
tired
of
myself.

and by
acknowledging
this,
has hereby
become
introspective.

and now
i'm
even
more
tired.



i am heading on a plane to fly back to the place where i started.
a place that i haven't been to in a very long time.

even though i grew up in the south,
and call it my home,
i was born in rhode island.
and when i think of my very early years,
i think of my childhood that was rooted in
things like
the huge marigolds that grew taller than i was
the little brook that ran along the edge of our backyard
disappearing for hours to wander the woods
ballet classes that lasted all day on saturdays
catholic mass that was spoken in latin
and the beautiful colors of fall,
the fall,
the fall.

the address of the street that i lived on was 36 pleasant street.
it was there that my parents fought.
they fought bitterly
tearing one another to shreds
tearing me to shreds
on 36 pleasant street.

and so i am going back to this seemingly idyllic,
seemingly perfect
little childhood place....
this 36 pleasant street
this 36 un-pleasant street.
to wrestle with schizophrenic
memories.
and say goodbye.



i spend a lot
of time
looking up
during this time of year.

fall
is demanding.
it wants us to look at it in
all its
regal splendor.

but the real beauty,
the quiet beauty
whispers beneath our feet.



sometimes pausing at the threshold of the door is all we need to do to experience the beauty of what's on the other side.

happy friday to everybody!



this one's for you.
the you that turned 40 last week,
the you that will soon be turning 50,
the you that is struggling and stretching and growing through turmoil,
the you that is finding her way through motherhood,
the you that is growing up and making her life hers,
the you that is my rock and my strength.

and for all of you.

i thank you.
for so many reasons.

happy monday.



dear fall,

is it possible that you are here already?
you have once again caught me off guard.
you with your beautiful warm colors and your golden light.
your cool breezes that shiver the leaves off the trees.
how did you get here so quickly?
well, no matter
i'm glad to see you once again....
you and your wonderful smelling self.

if only winter wasn't looming behind you.

love,
d



sometimes i have dreams of big enormous full moons
the moon is so large that it can't even be seen in its entirety
because it extends far below the earth's horizon.
i stand in its orangey light
and look closely at all its imperfections.....
the craters and dips.
and i think
this is perfect in its imperfection.
and why is it
that i can see that in other things
and other people,

but not in myself?



can we go for a ride?
can we?
can we"
huh? canwecanwecanwecanwe?
puleeeeeeeeze?
please can we?
huh?
huh........
wait....did you say yes?
seriously?
okay, i'm ready now.
now.
now.
NOW!
come ON already.
you don't mind that i step on your head so i can see EVERYthing now do you?
no?
okay, that's good.

ooops.
drooled on you.
sorry.

back already?
gosh that was fun.
funfunfunfunfun!
that was SO fun!

so.....
can we go for a ride?
huh?
canwecanwecanwecanwe?
puhleeeeeeeze?



when i was young,
absolutely no one i ever knew or met was named dawn.
and i hated my name.
i would ask my parents why on earth they ever named me dawn?
i learned my father was the culprit.
he named me after a belly dancer.

hmmm.

but as i've gotten older,
i've begun to embrace my name.
i guess you could say that i've grown into my name.
and sometimes it can be pretty fun.
recently, i was just thinking of all the fun things i could do with
the word dawn.
that i could actually interchange dawn with myself.
and all the things that i can do, be or describe.
like:

the me of a new day
the break of me
the crack of me
it me'd on me
me of the dead
the me of reasoning
the me of a new age
the me of a new era
the me of a modern age

and finally,
me. i cut the grease out.

not such a bad name afterall.
even if it did come from a bellydancer.

i'm not dead yet



i'm very nearly dead, but i'm not dead yet.
i didn't go on a vacation.
nor did i have any catastrophes in my life
or get eaten by a bear.
i didn't get kidnapped or
win the lottery.
i didn't tumble down the hole and have a fantastic adventure.
i didn't break any bones
or have any traumas
i didn't float away on a balloon
or get lost at sea.
no.
i
just
haven't
been
here.
i've been everywhere else,
but not here.
and i apologize.
because i have been quite slack.
majorly slack.
i get an A+ in the class of slack.
not that i've been slack in other areas of my life.
because i haven't.
and let's face it, we're all busy for gawd's sakes.
so i just don't even go there. naw, just plain not making this a priority. let's be honest. the photography thing and the life thing? they're taking my time. and as much as i enjoy this space, i do tend to take it for granted.
like now.
so that's it.
nothing earth shattering.
nothing that you can forgive me for.
just me.
being me.
not dead yet.



i want to laugh more heartily
when my world gets too serious.

i want to sleep more soundly
when my world gets tiring.

i want to think more logically
when my world seems chaotic.

i want to live life larger
when my world gets too small.

i want to reach out more often
when i feel i don't have anything left to give.