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Love | #1000Speak Poem

He slowly straightens,
bag filled with empty cans,
left by careless passerby and tourists.
This was his spot.
He’d counted each grain of sand,
Had been humbled by those waves
On more occasions than he could remember.
His home.
He’d been coming to this beach
before Hawaii 5.0
or Magnum P.I.
or when the buildings started blocking the sunrise.
And he took care.
This was his ‘aina.
Where he dove for tako
Where the ancestors had walked the land and
he’d taught his children how to live
with respect and care.
What they did rippled through life
like waves through the ocean,
Impacting everyone.
He looked around at his place,
checking for cigarette butts
and wrappers.
He nodded in satisfaction and shuffled home.


This month for #1000Speak for Compassion we’re talking about Love. And I thought about this. Love isn’t always romantic. Or even friendship. I wanted to talk about this man’s love for his environment, this land that felt as much a part of him as his family. If you’re interested in joining, write something about love and post a link.


I’m also participating in OctPoWriMo this month, so this will go for both of these wonderful projects today.

31 day


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Let’s knock the dust off of this one


Hey there you! Did you think I forgot you? Nope, of course not. Let’s just brush the dust off of this blog and pretend that two week hiatus didn’t happen, shall we? Jumping back in with Ten Things of Thankful. If you’re interested in participating, the linkup is right over here.


I’m pretty excited. New ideas rolling around in my head. I’ve been hanging out at some pretty cool blogs. And I got to see a best friend that I haven’t had the chance to annoy in person for maybe…4 years? Let me tell you a bit more about it.

Beth Teliho had me over at Writer B is Me this week. She let me talk about what I think is attractive in males and I debuted a new-to-you poem over there. Of course, if you’ve bought the book, then you’ve read it. On the other hand, you haven’t heard me read it and there’s a vlog there where I do…oh just go over and say hi. It’s lovely there. I think there may be cookies.

I’m going to try to do something different on here. I want to do more with my fiction. Ultimately, I’m a creative writer and fiction is in my blood playing Tiddlywinks with poetry. So, I’m going to do a serial on here. A weekly bit where I give you a snippet of a story, continue it the next week and so on. I have some ideas that I’ve been playing with, so we’ll see how that works.

I look like an Amazon, but really she's just short. lol.

I look like an Amazon, but really she’s just short. lol.


One of my closest friends, who has know me since I was a much younger version of Tamara, Michelle, came to visit last week. Since we live like hermits and we never have visitors, I was nervous that it wouldn’t go over so well. The Mathemagician and Michelle got on so famously that I really couldn’t have been happier. Two introverts in one room, it could go either way. When they ganged up on me to tease me (probably something about me being a lazy cook), I know it was all to the good. I’m hoping we can slowly work on him for moving to Asheville, NC. Shhh..don’t tell, it’s a secret. On the internet. #fail.



Michelle is a positive influence on my eating habits. I learned how to make cauliflower pizza crust, I’m making some delightful ramenginger bug, which I can use to make organic soda. She’s become such the granola girl, and I think it’s awesome. It was great seeing the island through some new eyes. Reminding me that there’s so many new things here to try and do. We went to a new-to-me Ramen spot. It was absolutely delicious. Here’s a shot of some of the noms:


I am typing from a new laptop. The other one was so persnickety that I couldn’t even move it. Once I unplugged it to take it to the library and it stayed off for 4 days. I’m pretty sure there are demons in that thar motherboard. I’m developing a best friendship with this one (even though it has Windows 8. Blarg)

Take me to your leader...

Take me to your leader…

I also got some other new equipment: a Canon PowerShot SX510 HS 12.1, a blue Snowball microphone (The Mathemagician thinks it looks like some type of alien device, and a new editing software (CyberLink PowerDirector 12). So maybe my vlogs will go up a little in quality. Don’t get your hopes too high though. I’m 100% amateur. It’s just for fun, but it is a lot of fun.

I’m sad that Michelle at Muses from the Deep and I stopped with the Creative Buzz Hop, but I think we’ll end up doing one occasionally. When a fun things starts to feel more like a hassle than enjoyable, it’s time to give it a rest.  However, the #writestuff TweetChat still happens every Tuesday at 9 pm Eastern, which is really fun. We talk about writing. Last week we talked about dealing with burnout and stress. You reading this, you’re invited. You should come.

Can I just tell you guys that I’ve felt so warm and fuzzy from all the support that I’ve gotten with this book thing? From people allowing me to post on their blogs, to folks taking selfies with their books, to people telling me they bought it and didn’t want to use it as tinder to burn down my house. Thank you. It means a lot.

So these are the things I’m thinking about the most and that I’m seriously thankful for. Friends, equipment, and eats. Sounds legit.

Aloha y’all!

PS: I’m making more videos nowadays. Feel free to check out my YouTube Channel. Subscribe and like and all that jazz.



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How a Hillbilly survives a tsunami

When the tsunami warning happened, I was blissful in the land of medicated nod. When I awoke, our fan was running and our roommate’s TV was pretty loud. I could vaguely hear some type of unfamiliar whining sound.

“Is that a siren?” I wondered. But I dismissed that as silliness.

I checked my phone and my brother (in West Virginia), who is prone to going from zero to hero in an instant, had sent progressively more and more scared/doomsday/yougonnadie texts.

It went from: “Hey Sis, we’ve heard you have a tsunami going on out there. You need to get your medical supplies and find shelter.”

To: “This is your brother (Insert Name Here) and we love you. We know you’re out there on that island for only God knows why. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! STOP NAPPING AND GO FIND HIGHER ELEVATION! I AM SERIOUS!!!!!!! YOU GONNA DIE!!!!!” (Ok, maybe not the you gonna die part.)

I was left with more questions than I had answers:

  1. Why did he think I didn’t remember who he was? My nap wasn’t concussion induced. I was just sleepy.
  2. How the hell did he know I was napping?
  3. Why didn’t he call?
  4. How did I sleep through all of that phone ping sounds?

I replied that I remembered who he was and I was going to find out what was going on and what we needed to do. Then a couple of my friends from  O’ahu starting sending texts about finding higher elevation.

Then I knew we were screwed. I asked my roommate if we were in danger. And he pointed out that we’re by the water, so yeah. And he told me he was going to his baby mama’s house, so he was good. And I asked him what The Ant and I should do. He suggested going to the Mall. (Awesome?)

We started packing: clothes, some food stuffs, my Nook, laptop, a blankie, you know essentials. The Ant was complaining the entire time. Apparently, the potentially scariest storms of our sheltered life was interrupting study time. *sigh* (Could you drive me any crazier please, kthankx!)

This is what I felt like I was speeding away from–and no I don’t know why I felt like there was a surfer there. I also do NOT advocate for surfing during tsunamis.

I started driving (which was probably illegal, because of the meds that I’m on, but don’t worry, I hadn’t taken them in hours so I was just in a crap ton of pain). My first inclination was to go to the only bar that I’ve found that I like in Kaneohe. Unfortunately, there was on parking anywhere near there. So that was out.

I drove to the Mall, but the security followed us in their little golf carts and it freaked me out, so we motored out of there.  We drove up  Kahekili Highway and took a

It was probably more like this. I don’t know for sure. I didn’t look behind me.

right into the  Ko’olau shopping plaza.  I thought we could watch a movie and wait out the tsunami. (I know nothing about tsunamis obviously.) The place was closed. The McDonalds had lights on, so we were gonna haz cheezburgers, but they were closed too.

The Ant,”Why is the McDonalds closed?”

Me, “Because people needed to go home. Cuz there’s a tsunami warning. And they don’t make enough to ride or die for McD’s.”

The Ant, “That’s dumb.”

I’m pretty sure my eyes were audibly rolling at that point. I know I wishing for a cheezburger and a drink-preferably filled with vodka.

There were other people in the lot as well. We listened to the radio, stole some wifi and waited. And waited. And waited.  Fortunately, the tsunami was called off due to lack of tsunamiing. What did I learn? –Basically, we’re lucky as hell.

So how does a hillbilly survive a tsunami?

The Ant,”Run for the hills.”


Aloha, ya’ll!


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