Day: May 5, 2010

  • A Movie an English Major Can Love

    A Movie an English Major Can Love

    I took Shannon and her boyfriend to see “V for Vendetta” last night and loved it. I was cheering in my seat during his 5-minute introductory V-alliteration speech, which covered every possible V-word in the dictionary and vexed me very much because it brought back memories of the last time I alliterated, ironically to the…

  • Knowing What I Want

    Knowing What I Want

    Shannon tells me the biggest change in me over the past few years is that I’m more defined…in an undefined way. She thinks it’s cool that I know exactly who I am and what I want and that I won’t settle for less. How do I explain all the deep immersion to find out who…

  • Witnessing a Rescue

    Witnessing a Rescue

    The vision comes in the early morning. I’m barely out of bed when it hits—just a flash and then it’s gone but I’m wide awake and fully cognizant of all its participants. I am standing across a street in the sunshine, and I’m looking at the high walls of a courtyard. For some reason, I…

  • Her Roots Are Showing

    Her Roots Are Showing

    When she was little, strangers would ask, perplexed, if she was my daughter. There she was with white-blonde hair and me with dark brown…or burgundy…or auburn…or black. She didn’t get her blonde hair from me, and I had customers in the grocery question once or twice whether I might have stolen her or comment that…

  • “You Won’t Recognize Yourself,” He Said

    “You Won’t Recognize Yourself,” He Said

    Almost two years have passed since I filed for divorce. Sometimes I remember what my psychic pal, Mark, said about 3 years ago in a counseling session when he told me that in 3 years I wouldn’t recognize myself. His comment terrified me, but I see now that it was meant to console me. Life…

  • My Dream Date

    My Dream Date

    The dreams have returned, and I’m not quite sure what to make of the one a crow’s calling woke me from this morning. Whatever was holding back the dreams seems to have broken loose, though, and I know I’ve been extremely productive—creatively—for the past few days, so maybe the two are related. Last night, I…

  • Dreaming, Journeying, Flying

    Dreaming, Journeying, Flying

    I haven’t dreamed much in the past two months, or if I have, I haven’t remembered them much. That’s changing again, and last night’s dream was very symbolic for me. Until the first few weeks of January, I’d had months of interplay in the Ether, particularly with a male presence I found highly entertaining and…

  • Can You Be Happy at 30?  Damned at 35? Delirious at 40?

    Can You Be Happy at 30? Damned at 35? Delirious at 40?

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree. It’s an odd question that surfaces among one of my more sociable writers’ groups. Are people really happy at 30? And what happens to make them sour on life before they turn 40, so much of it stinging them around 33 to 35…

  • The Alpha Dogs of Magick

    The Alpha Dogs of Magick

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree. What’s wrong with so-called spiritual people that they have to be so competitive about their “gifts”? If you think human dynamics are a little insane, imagine what it’s like with magickal people—the manipulations can increase exponentially. A woman I know well is a…

  • Looking for a Man with Something to Offer

    Looking for a Man with Something to Offer

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree. I went off on a colleague today. I’d reached my limit, and if she didn’t know it before, she does now. The subject? Who I’m dating…or not. Yeah. Again. What’s that, the third time this month? From the Bookshelf Rite of Reckoning —…

  • Lorna Meets the Lion-Boi

    Lorna Meets the Lion-Boi

    Okay. Well. So now I’m having visions. Not in the way you’d think, either. These start as a 2-dimensional visual flash and then I “step into them,” for lack of a better description. Sometimes I step into the person and feel their emotions; sometimes, I just observe. Last year, for my birthday, I got the…

  • Confused, Torn, and What the Hell’s Next?

    Confused, Torn, and What the Hell’s Next?

    You know, if I wrote it in a novel, I’m dead sure that my editor would tell me it’s just not believable. But that’s why truth is stranger than fiction. In TV shows, they keep the guy and girl apart for as long as possible—a couple of seasons, maybe—to keep up the romantic conflict and…