tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60894433792057373262024-03-16T11:51:05.383-07:00The VolcanoStand back and watch it spew. Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.comBlogger4561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-23535898508930618322024-03-12T15:16:00.000-07:002024-03-12T15:16:19.999-07:00From CONFLAGRATION<p>S<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">o much of
parenthood is just </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">looking</i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">. We watch our creations do what our creations
will do. Our little Frankensteins, our babies. </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Arise, my creation. Live.</i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">
I watched his chest rise and fall as I had done so many nights before when he
was younger, particularly when he was just a newborn. You run the risk of
losing them then. It gets a little less dicey as they get older, but then
again, does it?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Does it?</span></i></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-63649364323497223652024-03-10T13:08:00.000-07:002024-03-10T13:08:39.361-07:002018<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjt0aqM7A7urMX_p8gB51WTsQQdIxqWfTt-JvNN3DTk2jP1QQ99zvRq2WXOSCarRDg1zfr66y8f2s0hDYPBZZS8AaxlRz3FPo13epNL1binlkV9fZIYR4WJgw3-zuXQY4J3r4_fKth1LazK31l0t2-7Ig9znWQmKguJpSMPrhwUbbanfW7J_e_jYM_m5uA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjt0aqM7A7urMX_p8gB51WTsQQdIxqWfTt-JvNN3DTk2jP1QQ99zvRq2WXOSCarRDg1zfr66y8f2s0hDYPBZZS8AaxlRz3FPo13epNL1binlkV9fZIYR4WJgw3-zuXQY4J3r4_fKth1LazK31l0t2-7Ig9znWQmKguJpSMPrhwUbbanfW7J_e_jYM_m5uA=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-72252903997395114342024-03-05T23:28:00.000-08:002024-03-05T23:28:09.427-08:00That's right<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8BSUbyp_dmxdhUxh9sjpxKDlQbKIY2hLGZ6z8lrqe91J0Ciu8qcC97QBYGlDhSDRLPE0ZI3MZCqllPvjx_5ws25eo9RrLGAIf6MlXIUi_4-VbH3Fs4jsRWQiOh0IsSAdSd4-t0o-0YvXt9QuXbl4i-Y-BZ6zyalE97sCLxgtge5OtjAYjYPkhGFZ2jT4" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8BSUbyp_dmxdhUxh9sjpxKDlQbKIY2hLGZ6z8lrqe91J0Ciu8qcC97QBYGlDhSDRLPE0ZI3MZCqllPvjx_5ws25eo9RrLGAIf6MlXIUi_4-VbH3Fs4jsRWQiOh0IsSAdSd4-t0o-0YvXt9QuXbl4i-Y-BZ6zyalE97sCLxgtge5OtjAYjYPkhGFZ2jT4=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-17044068267148986092024-03-04T10:26:00.000-08:002024-03-04T10:26:54.856-08:00I miss you so much, baby<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDFipQ3Em-hl8gGOpMcusVoOhDocOacK1y-z-teIuK3k8jJzXubOrDKAibNjNiHZtKUc0LXcMeCLeOmziEErYIxwkGCGDQOfoB91uJAyGtK0aDl35nqHBzbOKkEYwrh9Zbo9I2gwyWtxOV2CLAQ1UJHka6_5v59gVRLAh6u13cYRldgTsFHu50CvqEvL4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDFipQ3Em-hl8gGOpMcusVoOhDocOacK1y-z-teIuK3k8jJzXubOrDKAibNjNiHZtKUc0LXcMeCLeOmziEErYIxwkGCGDQOfoB91uJAyGtK0aDl35nqHBzbOKkEYwrh9Zbo9I2gwyWtxOV2CLAQ1UJHka6_5v59gVRLAh6u13cYRldgTsFHu50CvqEvL4=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div> <br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-18054716928639732722024-03-01T08:18:00.000-08:002024-03-01T08:18:08.313-08:00Running today<p>And the <a href="https://www.nextavenue.org/mom-dementia-what-scares-me-most/">Editor's Pick.</a></p><p><br /></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-69249596277173024772024-02-29T14:33:00.000-08:002024-02-29T14:33:17.984-08:00I played this for my dying mother<div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well life on the farm is kinda laid back</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">It's early to rise, early in the sack</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">My days are all filled with an easy country charm</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy, woo</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I never was one of them money hungry fools</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Said, "live a good life, play my fiddle with pride</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And thank God you're a country boy"</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Taught me how to work to play a tune on the fiddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">He taught me how to love and how to give just a little</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And thank God I'm a country boy</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Woo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes</span></i></div>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-50253113958956628602024-02-26T10:58:00.000-08:002024-02-26T10:58:31.107-08:00Nope, thanks for asking<p>My in-laws didn't contact me when my book was published. Or when my mother died. Or when my dog died. The last time I saw my mother-in-law, Adam had to <i>ask </i>her to say something. And what did she say? "Was it weird being in San Diego without your mom?" Why, no, Anita. It felt <i>great.</i></p><p>If you knew I was going through shit and you just sat by and did nothing, then you're an asshole too and I have nothing to say to you either. </p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-25999444207033818132024-02-16T15:16:00.000-08:002024-02-16T15:16:17.538-08:00Round House Cafe<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2QfpOOMJQ8e1odIVhvJvf6tHnjofuNwU_zgnTSg8S73HhIs3iVnX4m3TI_SgK-GYDwyHDBQeCoeosDqivubb-wMMSRjkQ27Q8CSYri62MDxcdH_njejTdKb6Dcu1sxSFM8opNoncbFVavU1OcSCgIpoJh_vKH94cD2eO0upUTgKgeX9a0GWc0Ll25ulY" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2QfpOOMJQ8e1odIVhvJvf6tHnjofuNwU_zgnTSg8S73HhIs3iVnX4m3TI_SgK-GYDwyHDBQeCoeosDqivubb-wMMSRjkQ27Q8CSYri62MDxcdH_njejTdKb6Dcu1sxSFM8opNoncbFVavU1OcSCgIpoJh_vKH94cD2eO0upUTgKgeX9a0GWc0Ll25ulY=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-50828670469064190082024-02-16T09:45:00.000-08:002024-02-16T09:45:51.901-08:00Interview with Bold Journey<p>It's <a href="https://boldjourney.com/news/meet-allison-landa/?fbclid=IwAR00NF4P-bR9pz45s-cP-qIboe2MaA2AZD4YzNxvzDTL1TIiysN9aUYFd8Y">here</a>!</p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-15743985085704384172024-02-04T19:55:00.000-08:002024-02-04T19:55:09.180-08:00Tracy Chapman at the Grammies<p><a href="https://twitter.com/RealBrittain/status/1754316190552375724?s=20&fbclid=IwAR3nKwBMI0yMAEsqltIpoXsP7Vyu8lXewDQFWxvoDLwPJL89I_myIwZHzOw">Beautiful</a>.</p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-15219870609894275132024-02-03T16:15:00.000-08:002024-02-03T16:15:32.212-08:00Queensryche, "Silent Lucidity"<p><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Hush now, don't you cry</span></i></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Wipe away the teardrop from your eye</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">You're lying safe in bed</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">It was all a bad dream spinning in your head</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Your mind tricked you to feel the pain</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Of someone close to you leaving the game of life</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">So here it is, another chance</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Wide awake you face the day, your dream is over</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Or has it just begun?</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">There's a place I like to hide</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A doorway that I run through in the night</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Relax child, you were there</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">But only didn't realize and you were scared</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">It's a place where you will learn</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">To face your fears, retrace the years</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And ride the whims of your mind</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Commanding in another world</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Suddenly you hear and see this magic new dimension</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">will be watching over you</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) am gonna help you see it through</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) will protect you in the night</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) am smiling next to you, in silent lucidity</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">I can't do this</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Visualize your dream, record it in the present tense</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Put it into a permanent form</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">If you persist in your efforts, you can achieve dream control</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">How's that then, better?</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dream control, dream control</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Help me</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">If you open your mind for me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">You won't rely on open eyes to see</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The walls you built within</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">Living twice at once, you learn</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">You're safe from the pain in the dream domain</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A soul set free to fly</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A round trip journey in your head</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Master of illusion, can you realize</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but</span></i></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge">will be watching over you</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) am gonna help you see it through</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) will protect you in the night</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(I) I'm smiling next to you</span></i></div>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-18916607879558977892024-02-01T14:52:00.000-08:002024-02-01T14:52:39.355-08:00From CONFLAGRATION<p>T<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">here’s that old
resentment. I don’t know if I feel chained in marriage or around Ross in
particular, but sometimes I feel as though he has his claws in me and I can’t
escape. It’s weird – he’s such an easygoing person on the surface, but can be
so intense at heart. Maybe it’s me that’s intense – intense in the sense of not
wanting to be tied down. Maybe that’s not what I ever wanted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">What would have
happened if I’d never gotten married?</span></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-57482398459141686782024-01-30T11:51:00.000-08:002024-01-30T11:51:37.648-08:002016<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1cuVZq7XuLpn1pin5p0XYFIz2KQClOYFk_UtPAyTxqWadCv-_RA0h64nWmD-EfIC0_URDsIFKKkbHWQ-1TgoQ8NJmOfGSB9o3FTl12cn7X_Q6Ka3y8Yb2XKqHUG9nCrYVS2CAVCgJJPM9qunyFnyE-TKAdACg-NSUVtTvMI6NI_XXaASdSWQ4JArdbhk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1cuVZq7XuLpn1pin5p0XYFIz2KQClOYFk_UtPAyTxqWadCv-_RA0h64nWmD-EfIC0_URDsIFKKkbHWQ-1TgoQ8NJmOfGSB9o3FTl12cn7X_Q6Ka3y8Yb2XKqHUG9nCrYVS2CAVCgJJPM9qunyFnyE-TKAdACg-NSUVtTvMI6NI_XXaASdSWQ4JArdbhk=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-76791266445782223512024-01-27T16:08:00.000-08:002024-01-27T16:08:01.912-08:00Noe Valley<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNQ4jxBH-OTDQaHQj62pKHMDb94OoDOBPpNwwI0y_AsvYGDP0GkczEoZAoAdkpZfTNSN54RZ8IUY_eNImi-fXWREyYFxLBG3oEdLIaITiMlWbJQullV2o740QHWF6cEZXP50irR6FbnPnjLJSjjPe7r2rbfZ7ERvR37y7_qK-GtAnKXISwTJDlmr8TmX4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNQ4jxBH-OTDQaHQj62pKHMDb94OoDOBPpNwwI0y_AsvYGDP0GkczEoZAoAdkpZfTNSN54RZ8IUY_eNImi-fXWREyYFxLBG3oEdLIaITiMlWbJQullV2o740QHWF6cEZXP50irR6FbnPnjLJSjjPe7r2rbfZ7ERvR37y7_qK-GtAnKXISwTJDlmr8TmX4" width="400" /></a></div> <br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-81285254231283330402024-01-23T11:30:00.000-08:002024-01-23T11:30:52.748-08:00San Diego<p>My brother and I were going through my mom's stuff. We came upon her purse. Her wallet, her perfume, vaccine literature that was probably never read and now never would be. "This is the tough part," he said. He was right.</p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-22540191011275268482024-01-05T05:06:00.000-08:002024-01-05T05:06:13.010-08:002020<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7FHRN2bp3HXIHKPWhfOu8sV_JAP5q-CqEy57HoEJD0P4SpUbECU3rhNlcYMO-3zdawR4Xkqo-XmX7ad1W_V5XrZrKUsCqD8J145t-28fh5tijisdXb8EE8bcBw_3KZ1-74X-A0H1JkWWzkug7QYw_miTPf4zqg_U6wXqweZca0MYeDtfCUaXnuIM5GAE" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7FHRN2bp3HXIHKPWhfOu8sV_JAP5q-CqEy57HoEJD0P4SpUbECU3rhNlcYMO-3zdawR4Xkqo-XmX7ad1W_V5XrZrKUsCqD8J145t-28fh5tijisdXb8EE8bcBw_3KZ1-74X-A0H1JkWWzkug7QYw_miTPf4zqg_U6wXqweZca0MYeDtfCUaXnuIM5GAE=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-24453869008074451182024-01-04T20:50:00.000-08:002024-01-04T20:50:13.686-08:00The first kiss<p>Man, we made out so hard it hurt. If I didn't know I would marry him then, I should have. </p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-82590431697823610752024-01-02T09:57:00.000-08:002024-01-02T09:57:32.997-08:00Monterey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj06KVhhXnpNbMcPByc0CYFfseftqQHvXApY5PTy8M3WybxSP-8NsR4hR6X0Z8cIVU8pDChvQiotz5XhZblaeI1pyqNYb-QJW_36ALybyqXtdWcYgimBcL560uCWr0MA-2GEQ6o7YQ3BOTG5ctvxiVe-Y6PYtOOGUw1-4jlapM7iOgomqez5xa3V5iikMc" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1900" data-original-width="1900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj06KVhhXnpNbMcPByc0CYFfseftqQHvXApY5PTy8M3WybxSP-8NsR4hR6X0Z8cIVU8pDChvQiotz5XhZblaeI1pyqNYb-QJW_36ALybyqXtdWcYgimBcL560uCWr0MA-2GEQ6o7YQ3BOTG5ctvxiVe-Y6PYtOOGUw1-4jlapM7iOgomqez5xa3V5iikMc=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiL4Ty5KTu5OpTExd5p6DI7bhk2EyMxxYzD0dVMCPPgPcwEepvpK1OBA0prriYFMuVe8LHt7l_8Tpu2-Oa8qnreNIdvYydDUQuLsUv0Hy9EG4rIzt4-wJTr-dbw2SoslNG1N36YVHw4U1LFcOODuGjVxK5kY1rvN4nvxVwdOnNvYmZooslM6z-Ti1V__Bc" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiL4Ty5KTu5OpTExd5p6DI7bhk2EyMxxYzD0dVMCPPgPcwEepvpK1OBA0prriYFMuVe8LHt7l_8Tpu2-Oa8qnreNIdvYydDUQuLsUv0Hy9EG4rIzt4-wJTr-dbw2SoslNG1N36YVHw4U1LFcOODuGjVxK5kY1rvN4nvxVwdOnNvYmZooslM6z-Ti1V__Bc=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-26447165836747991742023-12-25T07:12:00.000-08:002023-12-25T07:12:27.599-08:00Brings me back to the Czech Republic<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/weRHyjj34ZE?si=ecoJSTFUHV0lf_54" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-1969325273045524272023-12-24T14:59:00.000-08:002023-12-24T14:59:23.669-08:00Buddies<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkA5VKASvvVaPOFGYCUjFTJzYBYNZXhl2QLdi6EKz3RqFo-nyeL0M-k_wT37dxvr1k6T92H18VrgD6C_QlDCUfPlBkurP3NPdiyGmQMvT06lyJblhsO0XAEcYYO5vG8OwIjZuC52PCBcvDTVaReJGQhkCown6Zdtl0CdKnsUtzP6wHKvamT7WNULu_38I" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkA5VKASvvVaPOFGYCUjFTJzYBYNZXhl2QLdi6EKz3RqFo-nyeL0M-k_wT37dxvr1k6T92H18VrgD6C_QlDCUfPlBkurP3NPdiyGmQMvT06lyJblhsO0XAEcYYO5vG8OwIjZuC52PCBcvDTVaReJGQhkCown6Zdtl0CdKnsUtzP6wHKvamT7WNULu_38I=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-61528679328629659822023-12-20T06:29:00.000-08:002023-12-20T06:29:33.496-08:002018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrUgH-_h7yBEeV_1GvOVlZJjF9HLNJQDKmx9m4aQJLe5Yl2e1c9l8RGJz7zRo_PHIPNxXZ4pTHS6A0FzaNwsobXv3_v-rxtnB7S58p63lRfxcVzOex7x5nb3ok5z9evVqTvMXDJ8aHYDhBNOqaGXD-heh_q1ktPFrGWDy2mr35EPiIcvezwcWvRhT0kMI" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrUgH-_h7yBEeV_1GvOVlZJjF9HLNJQDKmx9m4aQJLe5Yl2e1c9l8RGJz7zRo_PHIPNxXZ4pTHS6A0FzaNwsobXv3_v-rxtnB7S58p63lRfxcVzOex7x5nb3ok5z9evVqTvMXDJ8aHYDhBNOqaGXD-heh_q1ktPFrGWDy2mr35EPiIcvezwcWvRhT0kMI=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p> </p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-56858258377073776862023-12-19T11:12:00.000-08:002023-12-19T11:17:47.962-08:00Today's writing<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I had a headache
on our third evening there. Ross wanted to take a walk. I lay on the tatami
mat, waving him away. He forgot his phone – I couldn’t track him. I couldn’t
reach him. There was no reaching him, no knowing when he would return.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Minutes were
glacial, seconds agonizing. What was he doing and who was he doing it with? And
why didn’t I trust him? </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Why?</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I don’t know how
long it took for him to come back. I’d ducked and dived in and out of sleep,
trying to flee the pain of body and mind. While awake I longed to be unconscious;
in dreams I clawed my way out of slumber. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">When he walked in,
I was mostly out. I heard his feet on the landing, the key in the door. He looked
so fucking </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">happy </i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">to see me that I had no other choice but to spring.</span></p><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-21667468876933689542023-12-19T08:44:00.000-08:002023-12-19T08:44:02.954-08:00Honey, I broke the dog<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvdd7ePqLnIvYE2n6EHVz1l9JmT5proqOSIfANJdnnxsbJ4qLXOPxmrIVzWeLmm34htrB8XC4E4sp1xzFqBDZ6VlcrqCBEfNwGGeB3ak3jwHcVdgNG0DQE9FBJ2DESXqcaDO_6DcAnjYOHCUiMelxA7sjgHZRzmEpV8AS23B9TZVtUcKzZGP4iUCdp_qk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvdd7ePqLnIvYE2n6EHVz1l9JmT5proqOSIfANJdnnxsbJ4qLXOPxmrIVzWeLmm34htrB8XC4E4sp1xzFqBDZ6VlcrqCBEfNwGGeB3ak3jwHcVdgNG0DQE9FBJ2DESXqcaDO_6DcAnjYOHCUiMelxA7sjgHZRzmEpV8AS23B9TZVtUcKzZGP4iUCdp_qk=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-62920476375421732962023-12-18T14:42:00.000-08:002023-12-18T14:42:09.416-08:00Propranolol, first day<p>You take it for anxiety. I think I feel something but am not sure. I'm so accustomed to the anxiety. Maybe it just lives in my head. </p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089443379205737326.post-21821495113119703262023-12-13T15:27:00.000-08:002023-12-13T15:27:28.599-08:00Does this make any damn sense?<p>T<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">hat’s not the
concern in St. Louis. Tornados are the thing there. A while back they had a
series rip through and now you can drive down the street to the tune of torn-up
houses that have sat for years without repair. Punched-down roofs, kicked-in
doors. It’s like God decided that the Gateway to the West had been a bad boy
and needed some hands-on divine discipline. Lilith grew up to the tune of the
sirens, that wailing wind, but never got used to them. That was easily half the
reason she left – she couldn’t take the idea of the already half-destroyed city
being chipped away around her. Sometimes you leave what you love because seeing
it decimated hurts your heart, your </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">being</i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">. You would rather be without
it than let it be without itself.</span></p>Allison Landahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495894702405839968noreply@blogger.com0