Fishing with the Boys


Fishing with the Boys, originally uploaded by Chrissy Mc.

Tell me what doesn’t look right about the picture above. My dad, a fanatic fisherman, looked at this picture later, disgusted, and said “You’re holding that FISH like a BABY!”

It all made sense while reading “The Female Brain,” by Dr. Louann Brizendine, M.D.:

“One of my patients gave her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter many unisex toys, including a bright red fire truck instead of a doll. She walked into her daughter’s room one afternoon to find her cuddling the truck in a baby blanket, rocking it back and forth saying, “Don’t worry, little truckie, everything will be all right.”

Another Day (46/365)

Another day
Another dollar
Another pill
I have to swallow

Another chance
To shed my skin
But more like
Waiting to begin

I spin my wheels
Here in the mud
Flinging dirt
And pumping blood

I’m learning more
With each new day
How to live
And love more ways

I note the beauty
That I see
Colorful trash
A bright new weed

But late at night
I lie alone
And dream of orbs
So far from home

And where I’ll live
After this life
Or how I’ll feel
When I’m a wife

And whether kids
Will calm my angst
Make me feel
Less out of place

Or whether
I will always be
A stranger
To this planet E

Our Little Flame (45/365)

A lucky planet
Somewhere
Is a spinning Goldilocks
Not too hot
Not too cold
Juuuust Right

The planet is on fire
Like a flame
Devours oxygen
So does life
Devour energy
A green revolution

Are we a fungus
Which could infect every
Galaxy?
Or are we a flame
Burning bright
On this world’s
Fuel?

A speck of blue
Orbiting a grain of sand
Says there’s
A more important
Story to tell
Than what I was
Afraid of today

It’s hard to keep your sanity
When you look so far away
Or so far within
You leave and come back
But living is like riding a bike
Most of us are on autopilot
Anyway

Reactable

I had the pleasure to see this instrument in action at Bjork’s Coachella concert in 2007. It was just amazing, jaw-dropping and mesmerizing for the crowd to see an instrument with such potential for creativity being used.

Hormones (44/365)

Don’t mess with me today
Don’t push my buttons
Don’t tickle me
Don’t say anything
You think is funny
My shield is down
And without food
I have no strength
To defend myself
These hormones
Close the gap
Between my brain
And my tongue
My wounded heart
And my hand
So don’t tease me
Don’t taunt me
Don’t make me
Think about anything
Unless you’re ready for
The flood