Connie Kinsey

She Had Good Reason Were I to die and were I to be notorious enough to have a newspaper article that attempted to sum up my life, I would want the headline to read: She had good reason. I quickly lose patience with people who think I don’t make decisions with care. Or don’t research things. Or any manner of failings on my part to explain the utter weirdness and chaos of my life.

She Had Good Reason

Were I to die and were I to be notorious enough to have a newspaper article that attempted to sum up my life, I would want the headline to read: She had good reason. I quickly lose patience with people who think I don’t make decisions with care. Or don’t research things. Or any…

I am genetically predisposed to be one of the idle rich. Until exactly five years ago this month, I have always been able to say that every problem plaguing me could be quickly solved with a large influx of cold, hard cash.  And I said that with reverence as I knew how fortunate that made me.  My health was good, I loved where I lived, my relationships and friendships were rewarding, and I loved where I worked, even if the nuts and bolts of what I did weren’t that rewarding.

I am genetically predisposed to be one of the idle rich.

Until exactly five years ago this month, I have always been able to say that every problem plaguing me could be quickly solved with a large influx of cold, hard cash.  And I said that with reverence as I knew how fortunate that made me.  My…

Hillbilly Diva: The Reincarnation of Florence Foster Jenkins I have longed for decades to have the ability to sing on key.  I don’t mean an excess of talent or star power.  I don’t want to be Taylor Swift or Barbra Streisand.  I just want to be able to join in on sing-alongs.  I’d like to throw in some song to my spoken-word stuff.  I would like to not be embarrassed by my voice.

Hillbilly Diva: The Reincarnation of Florence Foster Jenkins

I have longed for decades to have the ability to sing on key.  I don’t mean an excess of talent or star power.  I don’t want to be Taylor Swift or Barbra Streisand.  I just want to be able to join in on sing-alongs.  I’d like to throw in…

What happened next?

Marina continued although a little distracted. The show must go on reverberated in her head. She forced herself to pay attention to the person sitting across from her.. She had to work very hard to stay in the present as her heart was visiting the past and her soul was…

Fractured Ekphrastic: The Conversation

Alice R. Henderson is believed to have painted the piece attributed to Matisse titled The Conversation.  The image is that of a dark-haired woman in a black robe sitting in a chair.  Standing opposite her is a red-headed man.  He is wearing pajamas.  The…

The Embers Photo by Michał Mancewicz on Unsplash It took all the coordination she could summon, but Brenda crawled out of the sleeping bag, unzipped the tent, and was able to stand up without falling down. She had to pee..  I hate camping, I hate camping, I hate camping – the refrain was on repeat in her head as she made her way to where she thought the latrine area was. 

The Embers

Photo by Michał Mancewicz on Unsplash It took all the coordination she could summon, but Brenda crawled out of the sleeping bag, unzipped the tent, and was able to stand up without falling down. She had to pee..  I hate camping, I hate camping, I hate camping – the refrain was on repeat…

You can see me?

Photo by Max on Unsplash “You can see me?” I used to say that to strangers who insisted on talking to me when I just wanted to be alone. Of course, they didn’t think I was really a ghost they just thought I was crazy. If they only knew. I’ve been living in this town for just shy of…

Platitudes Young Lady Reading a Red Book by Amalia Suruceanu Your card arrived in the mail today.  I noticed the pink envelope first, and then my heart beat faster when I saw it was your handwriting.  Where did you find this card?  It was scrumptious --- hand-made paper and a soft watercolor image that I think might have been an original.  You didn’t make this, did you? 

Your card arrived in the mail today. I noticed the pink envelope first and then my heart beat faster when I saw it was your handwriting.

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The World Is Too Much With Us
By William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

Searching for Safe Harbor I’m rowing in rough waters though it’s a waste of my precious energy.  The waves are strong, the current powerful and I am too weak to fight it any longer. But I’m looking for a coast.  A…

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Cinderella’s Step Sister Speaks Her Mind I cannot believe this. I just can’t.  That little bitch, pardon my language, but this is so beyond the pale that that’s the nicest word I can use.  After all we’ve done for her.  I d…

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Intense Contentment There’s a pot of potato soup at a slow simmer on the stove.  Everything about this day is slow.  Unhurried.  Leisurely.  Unfolding gently from the dark of predawn to the sunset at 5:07 pm. It is a …

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Searching for Safe Harbor I’m rowing in rough waters though it’s a waste of my precious energy.  The waves are strong, the current powerful and I am too weak to fight it any longer. But I’m looking for a coast.  A…

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An open letter to my 7 am writing group NOTE: I belong to a writing group that meets every morning on Zoom, at 7 a.m., except for Saturdays, when we meet at 8 a.m. We also meet on holidays, Sundays, and weekdays. This group has been my s…

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Eutony Eutony. Some words just roll around your mouth like a well-loved piece of candy – sweet and pleasant – a delight and a treat.  There’s dazzle, for one.  And delightful, for that matter.  Tummy is a…

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Mirror, Mirror Photo by Tuva Mathilde Løland on Unsplash Mirror mirror on the wall, show me a secret, not if I’m short, not if I’m tall.Mirror mirror on the wall,Give me the insight to love, to love one to love a…

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The Tree on Williams Street The crab apple tree in front of our Williams Street house wasn’t imposing or even all that old, but it was perfect to climb and hide in. Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Actually, I wasn’t all tha…

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Another Start to a Story: Vivienne One doesn’t usually think of a priestess as vivacious, but Vivienne was that and more.  In a future lifetime, she would have been the perfect cheerleader for the local high school team.  …

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Finish My Story Start: Miss Lucy Adams I felt Lucy come up behind me and hug me.  Both of her arms wrapped tight around my abdomen as she squeezed.  Warmth suffused me.  I loved Lucy’s hugs.  So much better than her rage.  Photo by Mari…

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A Harrowing Tale of Reality Gather round, children.  I have a tale of woe and fright which you should heed. The world for you now is all peppermint and puppies.  You are given food when hungry, a warm safe bed to sleep i…

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The Night Marla Did ,You Know, That Thing Marla had been precocious as a child. She had been almost a caricature of the precocious child. Sure in her diction, composed in her movements, confident in her thoughts.  People had wondered …

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Velvet, Blood, and Resolve Photo by Omer Salom on Unsplash The dress was slinky first and foremost.  The dress of a siren.  An enchantress.  Only a woman of great confidence would attempt such a dress.  And it was white.  As…

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A Fierce Habit I’ve taken my typewriter to the hospital with me for kidney infections. I have taken it on camping trips, and the sand has gotten in the keys. It is just like the most fierce habit you can imagine.…

And I take my computer but unlike a typewriter, it needs a power source.  So, not camping.  But then I haven’t been camping.  I haven’t been anywhere the computer can’t go.  In fact,  I have a computer dedicated solely to travel.

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