Perpetually Megnificent

Author: Meg

  • The National Bottle Museum

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    I wrote this post last June but I was saving it until I got my other New York trip posts ready to publish. Still hasn’t happened. Maybe it never will. In the name of doing what you can and not worrying about the rest, I’m publishing this post. Bet you didn’t know there was a…

  • Weekend Things

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    Last night, just before dinner, I took my nephew out to play in the sun. I sat him in the baby swing, sat myself on the grass in front of him, and sang him silly songs as he swung back and forth. My Pa came out and started kicking around a soccer ball. Little Man…

  • Phoenix

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    A few weeks ago, Ma and I headed to sunny Phoenix for her birthday. We left Wednesday as soon as I finished work, stopped for the night in Vegas, and traveled the rest of the way Thursday. The original plan was to leave Thursday morning from Vegas and be in Phoenix by early afternoon. Check…

  • Current Obsessions

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    There’s one thing I have in common with each of my siblings. We are always moving on to the next big idea. It’s impossible to know what’s going to strike our fancy next, but we love exploring and learning and trying out new things. While this is true of all of us, I’m the worst…

  • A Childhood Nightmare

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    Last night was a living nightmare from childhood. I forgot what it felt like to keep a lonely, late-night vigil with only a cold, porcelain bowl for company. The sand papery feeling in my tired eyes, the silent begging for my body to sleep or at least stop being so regularly ill, but hoping beyond…

  • April Books

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    I had a pretty poor showing this month. Only four books: The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck The Conch Bearer by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton My favorites were The Grapes of Wrath and On Writing. I liked King’s book…

  • Movie Stars!

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    I found this picture a little bit ago. I spent the evening with a couple of my bestest friends. We go all the way back to elementary school. While we were talking, we got on to the subject of the people we had run into from high school and if it was a) awkward, b)…

  • Star Trek

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    Ma and I have successfully navigated our way through the entire Star Trek original series. I was sure there would be oodles of them based on the following Star Trek has garnered over the past decades. There aren’t. I’m going to miss it. It was refreshing to watch entertainment that also spoke to the political…

  • Disaster

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    Somehow, I made it past yesterday. Yesterday everything was a disaster. There were no disasters. Everything wasas it always is. But my mind and my heart said everything isa disaster. The world was heavy in my hands. My actions,small and futile. Hopes? What are hopes.Broken pieces of dreams pricking hearts, areminder of nothing. Dreams? What…

  • March Books

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    The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan and To Hell With All That: Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife by Caitlin Flanagan were my two favorite books this month. The Worst Hard Time, which details the lives of some of the people who stayed behind during the great dustbowl of the thirties, made my heart ache a little…