Sunday, December 31, 2006

Mark (331/365)

Mark: Gracefully lands the bird out of the Jacksonville, Florida sky just as we arrive. Perfect timing. He and Danny promise a smooth and quick ride home. Little do they know at that same moment a single-engine plane crashes near CLT killing all on board.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Angela (330/365)

Angela: Solo sister to three brothers. When she was eight and came to visit us in Raleigh, I glimpsed the pearl of the woman she will become behind the wheel of a go-kart. Quietly observing through big brown eyes, there's an entire world awaiting her.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Donnie (329/365)

Donnie Foster: Incredible burst of enthusiasm. Every time he entered a room or exited the woods. Pow! Bam! There he was in all his glory. Came bounding out of the Canadian bush to visit Chicago because he had a hot-crush on Jamie. Never needed a coat.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Linda (328/365)

Linda H.: On the outside, she seems like the good witch, especially stacked next to her bitter and angry mother, but like an onion, peel back the first few paper thin layers and all you're left with are tears and the pretentious dank stench of inherited-married-into-money.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Mark (327/365)

Mark A.: Every summer when it was really his winter he would arrive on holiday with his mum to visit his Chicago relatives. Exotic accent and expressions along with his sexy smile made him simply adorable. Got abso-bloody-lutely wobbly when Americans confused him for an Aussie.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Angel (326/365)

Angel: The day a closet door was accidentally slammed on Brennan's finger, amputating his fingertip, was the day our relationship shifted to a whole new level. Doing for her what soon she would do for me. Each learning to separate the wheat from the chaff.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Joe (325/365)

Joe E.: A potter with his own pottery barn. In a Hawaiian shirt he teaches clay, the barn his classroom. Clay slipping and slapping and taking shape right before your eyes. Brings intensity, charged by his excitement to make all of life a lesson in clay.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Donna (324/365)

Donna B. (My Godmother): Whenever someone is in need Donna is the go-to-woman, organizing the Essentials. This is her calling. Every Christmas, with her present tucked under our tree, I would sit for hours watching the twinkling lights, feeling deep internal peace. Her gift still nourishing my soul.

Merry Christmas Aunt Donna!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Charleston (323/365)

Charleston: Our next door neighbor is as tall as he is wide, which makes him perfect for his job; guarding the body of a beloved rock and roll icon. Emulates his boss by incorporating the "island escapism" lifestyle full heartily. He seldom leaves his island.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Leslie (322/365)

Leslie Carter: Dances sacred and enchanting dances with juicy brushes. Experiences life in fuller color than the majority of us. On her daily walks her faithful camera captures whatever catches her eye for later exploration and experimentation. Her enthusiasm for the smallest of wonders is contagious.

Tulip Sunset
Leslie Carter

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Kurt (321/365)

Kurt V.H.: Every Thursday my prince arrives carrying his arsenal: mops, brooms, dust clothes and vacuum cleaner. He dusts, cleans, scrubs, vacuums and even does windows. Four hours of his complete dust-free attention! Friends always ask: "HOW do you get a man to clean?" Easy: $$$.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Mrs. Bartholomew (320/365)

Dear Mrs. Bartholomew,

On behave of all the hooligans involved with accidentally pouring green McGook through your mailbox slot, please accept this most sincere apology. We had no idea your mink coat was hanging that close to the mail slot. We are truly sorry.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Knife Sharpener (319/365)

Neighborhood Knife Sharpener
(Lincolnwood, IL ~ Circa 1966):

He's pushing his hand-cart,
with bells loudly clanging,
announcing his arrival to the housewives.

His skin the color of dark honey,
the grinding whir of his tools,
the scratching sounds of metal on metal,
the iron-metallic smell hanging in the air.

Wide-eyed children watching.

This is not my neighborhood knife sharpener, but looks very similar especially the cart.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Karen (318/365)

Karen G.: Never struck me as the type to marry a man, especially someone as manly as Charles. Ironically, she's the mother to two girly-girls. She's as stiff and predictable as an Army General until she speaks of her growing-up years then all seems to soften.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Charles (317/365)

Charles G.: The memory of our neighbor Charles sliding across his hardwood floors a la "Risky Business" will forever be etched in my mind. Instantly changing my perception of what grown men do after the kids go to bed when they think no one is looking.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Kay (316/365)

Kay O.: "Caw, Caw," sang Kay from the seat of her bike as she continuously circled our neighborhood, stopping only to unashamedly flirt with the lawn care men. Every year her playmates grew younger and younger, until finally she was old enough to be their mother.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Bob (315/365)

Bob T.: My family has many Bobs. This one happens to be my "golden boy" cousin. Drop-dead handsome, third in his class at Annapolis, Top Gun flight instructor and an extra in the movie, youngest co-pilot in history of American Airlines. We all pale in comparison.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Abby (314/365)

Abby: Here are some useful tips for attending a formal Christmas Ball:
  1. Don't get so drunk that you fall down on the bathroom floor in front of Boss's wife.

  2. F.Y.I. strapless gowns don't conceal full-back tattoos.

  3. Have your boyfriend/child's father shave the day of the Ball.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Oliver (313/365)

Oliver R.: Just turned sixteen yesterday, my nephew/godson is more than handsome and charming. He has brains, musical talent and "eye twinkle". At his high school, he holds a chair in the band (guitar) and is a member of the High-Q Club. His future excites me!

Happy 16th Birthday Oliver!!!!!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Donna (312/365)

Donna Godfrey: During a Raleigh city council meeting she passed a note. It read, "After this want to take the kids to McDonald's?" I was new to town and her kindness was so appreciated. Makes the best cup of tea, steeps it with love and compassion.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Dr. C. (311/365)

Dr. CooKoo (or something like that): Was my first O.B. Gyn. I lasted only one appointment. See I was a teenager and he was an old man. Which wasn't too bad. Except for the fact that he was missing two fingers on his right hand. That really creeped me out.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Missy (310/365)

Missy M.: Kicked-out of public school, $tart$ Catholic education. Trouble packed into petite sexy blonde body, complete with smirk and sticky fingers. Once when she thought no one was looking she stooped down and stole a lot more than some smokes from her newly found friends.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Ken (309/365)

Ken: Gary's job vanished two days after we bought our new van. Very next day Ken shows-up looking for Gary's skills. Since then, my life's been whirled into a world I could only have fantasized. His generosity: unbelievable. Breakfast at Tiffany's, sweetest cherry on top.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Ellen (308/365)

Ellen: Appears like a fairy godmother to put Cinderella together for the ball. She waves her magic wand. Then spies a gorgeous plum gown from the rack. Teams it with the perfect earrings and necklace, adds in a silver purse. Stands back and smiles, pleased.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Bradley (307/365)

Bradley: Earned his nickname Hurricane Bradley because he knew no bounds, urinating on busy street corners in broad daylight in front of cops, yelling at me to "clean-up the f#@%ing Cheerios" that he spilled. Still have his art in my sketchbook. What joy to baby-sit!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Holly (306/365)

Holly: The one I'll call if I ever get thrown in jail because our phone numbers are one digit apart. Turned me onto blogging. High energy, creative, crafty. Artist and writer. Asks great questions. Organized. Enthusiastic. Takes artistic risks. Has the most kick-ass art studio.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Tom (305/365)

Tom Collins: When I was kid, I thought it was completely hysterical that I had a relative who shared his name with a mixed drink. It still makes me smile when I think of the humor of it all. As usual though, pictures wordlessly say 1,000.

Click here to discover what this is an actual micro-photo of...SURPRISE!!!!
Cool, huh?
Check out their website, especially the cocktails and beers photos. It is so awesome.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Jamie (304/365)

Jamie: One of the most attractive people I've ever known. Life has never been easy for her, but you would never know by looking. She has it all together, raised her four children solo, works her butt off and daily puts up with "Hated Hugh".

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Gerry (303/365)

Gerry Conlan: Diabetic great-uncle was my most favorite relative. He often joined me in my room for tea parties at my little white round table. Kneeling, he daintily sipped "tea" from my china tea set and ate little Salerno butter cookies that he wore like rings.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Beth (302/365)

Beth G.: Who really wants to hear all that ugly gossip? What business is it of yours who in town has had a boob job? Why do you always talk so loud? When will you finally move to that gated community that keeps your type in?

This is a forty-four word excerpt from In Question, a piece I recently wrote.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Joe (301/365)

Joe: Ex-landlord, Cheapest-Joe ever encountered. Moving out he finds a reason to withhold our deposit from his mice infested dump. Years later, Madelon at a Park West concert tries for closer seats, Joe-the-scam-artist "saved" a swath of seats and readily sells "his" for $25 a pop.

Happy B-Day Madelon!