Birthday Cake Epiphany – Part 1

Tomorrow, we celebrate my friend’s 50th birthday.  So, what’s in order for the occasion?  My favorite word: C-A-K-E. Maybe it’s because I’m recovering my energy back enough to be creative again.  Maybe it’s because I like people to “ooh and aah” over something I have done.  Actually, I find that pretty embarrassing, especially when accompanied Read More …

Deconstruction

Deconstruction It is the vibration that wakes us.  A shudder that jostles the bed just enough to register in our synapses that something is unusual. We exchange a look, our eyes crusted with sleep and too much binge TV. “Probably a tremor,” you mutter and roll away from me. “Yeah,” I mumble.  However, I’m not Read More …

Expansion

Chords change in exquisite dissonance, then resolve. Rhythms seize breath like a gut punch. Tone, pure resonance, besets the senses Like sex after aimless denial. One forgets… To weep in presence, To die in joy, To scatter in untapped emotion, To question mystery And the ecstasy and agony of the edge.   Copyright © 2016, Ilana Read More …

The Problem With Noodles

The easy part is, well, knowing when to quit, you think after you order lunch for you and the grandkid.  You hand back the menu to the waiter. What’s the hard part? It’s the grief. It’s the knowing you could have, should have done more, but just got in your own way, got all tangled up in the Read More …

Stars

The problem with pressing your face all day into that little thingy – something they certainly don’t tell you in the fine print – is that it rots out your neck and back. Trust me, you will have a hump of fused vertebrae like a 90-year-old by the time you’re 40. Then even if you wanted Read More …

Day 13

Day 13 finds me in a better place than Days 1-4.  Detox.  It’s the part that I hate.  But after…energy comes.  I am feeling better.  Gone:  my bloated belly, the nighttime GERD, the pain in my diaphragm, sleeplessness, and 3 lbs of body fat.  My clothes fit better and I have more energy for Em.  Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …

The Dig

The Writer:  Why are you hovering at my desk? IR*:  You’re fifteen minutes late. The Writer:  And? How did you know I was coming back today — IR:  — You’re late is all.  Where’ve you been? The Writer:  You’ve never heard of a thing called privacy? Huh? IR (blank stare) The Writer (sigh, plops down laptop Read More …

The Muse

HE arrives and is all like Where is my café? What is this – merda on my chair? And he shoves my books and phone from the couch to the floor.  Plops down in a purple Boho huff.  And I’m all giddy anticipation, a groupie, just staring.  He slips off his aviator sunglasses, futzes with his man bun.   I’m still gawking.  Until he Read More …

She Shed Update #4

I’m starting to see the final product now that most of the siding (the board part of board and batten finish) and trim work cover that bright green zip paneling.  I love board and batten siding for its cottagey feel, and I’m so happy Hubby honored my one design request.  The goal is a very organic, airy space Read More …