About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Guess Who's Back....back again!
Well, I wrote a great little post, and then blogger got confused, and I lost it....HMPH!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Killing the Jade Plant
She sat on the counter, feet dangling, one sandal on the floor, the other hanging off a dark red polished big toenail. There were empty wine glasses in the sink and on the table, and he sat facing away from her, considering his role in everything.
"This plant is dead" he said, as he lifted a knobby leaf and let it drop. "No it's not," she said...and crossed the room quickly to place herself between him and the plant.
"Oh it's dead alright"....he said, and walked towards the door. The summer heat had dampened the kitchen air and their words were both thick in the humidity.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, "If you know I'm not what you're looking for and this relationship isn't what you want, then why don't you just go?"
A few moments later she heard the sound of his car pulling away, and a single tear dropped from her chin, landing on the hardwood floor. She shook her head...she'd never been able to understand him. What went on in his mind, and how he could so abruptly go from hot to cold when it came to her.
She stared at the Jade plant. It was 13 years old, and it had been handed down from person to person whenever someone new moved into the apartment. It was the only plant she had ever successfully kept alive, and it had been with her almost 4 years now. How dare he tell her it was dying.
Not a week later, she woke up early. It was a Friday, but she wouldn't work today as she was moving. Not with him, the man she had thought she would spend her life with, but alone, to a new home...a fresh start. The movers would be there first thing, but she wanted to make time for a run first.
The sun was rising as she laced up her running shoes. She pulled back her hair as she entered the kitchen, and looked over at the table. At first glance, things seemed ok, yet not right. A few moments later, she looked more closely & discovered that one entire trunk of the jade tree was shriveled and worn. When she touched it, there was only mush---and pieces fell off. When she realized what was happening her heartbeat quickened and blood rushed to her face.
She was too stunned to move, and before she knew it, the movers were knocking at the door. Carrying all of her possessions out to the curb, and closing the back of the moving truck. She placed the jade plant lovingly on the floor of her car, hoping that the second half of it would remain and wracking her brain for which of her friends was good with plants, and who could advise her on keeping the second part of the plant alive. Suddenly, the car in front of her stopped short, and she swerved to avoid hitting it....the plant went flying into the air, the terracotta pot shattering into pieces all over her front seat.
She burst into tears. The sobs coming harder and deeper, until she could not breathe. She pulled to the side of the road and dropped the remnants of the plant and pot into the gulley. As she drove away, she felt empty and alone...She would make a new life and a new home. A home alive with plants and love and happiness.
"This plant is dead" he said, as he lifted a knobby leaf and let it drop. "No it's not," she said...and crossed the room quickly to place herself between him and the plant.
"Oh it's dead alright"....he said, and walked towards the door. The summer heat had dampened the kitchen air and their words were both thick in the humidity.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, "If you know I'm not what you're looking for and this relationship isn't what you want, then why don't you just go?"
A few moments later she heard the sound of his car pulling away, and a single tear dropped from her chin, landing on the hardwood floor. She shook her head...she'd never been able to understand him. What went on in his mind, and how he could so abruptly go from hot to cold when it came to her.
She stared at the Jade plant. It was 13 years old, and it had been handed down from person to person whenever someone new moved into the apartment. It was the only plant she had ever successfully kept alive, and it had been with her almost 4 years now. How dare he tell her it was dying.
Not a week later, she woke up early. It was a Friday, but she wouldn't work today as she was moving. Not with him, the man she had thought she would spend her life with, but alone, to a new home...a fresh start. The movers would be there first thing, but she wanted to make time for a run first.
The sun was rising as she laced up her running shoes. She pulled back her hair as she entered the kitchen, and looked over at the table. At first glance, things seemed ok, yet not right. A few moments later, she looked more closely & discovered that one entire trunk of the jade tree was shriveled and worn. When she touched it, there was only mush---and pieces fell off. When she realized what was happening her heartbeat quickened and blood rushed to her face.
She was too stunned to move, and before she knew it, the movers were knocking at the door. Carrying all of her possessions out to the curb, and closing the back of the moving truck. She placed the jade plant lovingly on the floor of her car, hoping that the second half of it would remain and wracking her brain for which of her friends was good with plants, and who could advise her on keeping the second part of the plant alive. Suddenly, the car in front of her stopped short, and she swerved to avoid hitting it....the plant went flying into the air, the terracotta pot shattering into pieces all over her front seat.
She burst into tears. The sobs coming harder and deeper, until she could not breathe. She pulled to the side of the road and dropped the remnants of the plant and pot into the gulley. As she drove away, she felt empty and alone...She would make a new life and a new home. A home alive with plants and love and happiness.
I've Been Away for a While
Hi All-
I've been on hiatus from my blog. Why, do you ask? Well, there's no truly specific reason, except to say that my life over the past year took me to new & exciting places and away from my writing. That said, there is never a good excuse for leaving one's art by the wayside, so I am apologizing to myself and to all of you, my loyal followers. In lieu of beating myself up, I am going to promise to write something in here at least three times a week, with a bigger goal of spending time with the Blogosaurus Rex everyday. But, I will forgive myself if that doesn't work out, because as we all know, life happens.
TTYS...VERY soon.
Tara
I've been on hiatus from my blog. Why, do you ask? Well, there's no truly specific reason, except to say that my life over the past year took me to new & exciting places and away from my writing. That said, there is never a good excuse for leaving one's art by the wayside, so I am apologizing to myself and to all of you, my loyal followers. In lieu of beating myself up, I am going to promise to write something in here at least three times a week, with a bigger goal of spending time with the Blogosaurus Rex everyday. But, I will forgive myself if that doesn't work out, because as we all know, life happens.
TTYS...VERY soon.
Tara
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