. . . a blog by karal
Living Out Loud. (v14). Gone Fishin’.
Retirement? Are you kidding me?
I’ve had no less than 43 jobs in my 45 years of life.
I can’t really even begin to think about something as conventional as retirement.
I’ve always felt that a job should be synonymous with life’s purpose.
Only I haven’t figured out that purpose yet.
Figuring Out.
That has [...]
Living Out Loud Project winner. (v13). Drinkin’ Buddies.
The Living Out Loud project is designed to bring writers out of their box by writing about things that are either new, personal, uncomfortable ~ or all of the above. This month’s topic, way out of my comfort zone, is about my relationship with alcohol. The Living [...]
Living Out Loud. ( v11). Tis the gift to be simple.
The 2009 Christmas season has been an unusual one. Instead of the traditional parties, getting together with friends, and full-on house decorating, most of my time has been spent going through everything I own and weeding it down to the 4 or 5 plastic [...]
Living Out Loud. ( v11). Tis the gift to be simple. ~ by Janet
My four year old daughter, Maggie, hums herself to sleep. She says she hums because it keeps her bad dreams away. I find this pretty amazing. She was born in China, thousands of miles between us and I too hum myself to [...]
Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up.
When I was in elementary school I wanted badly to be an astronaut or an archeologist. By day I dug for fossils and dinosaur bones and at night I’d pull the telescope out under the stairs and aim it for the moon.
By the time I hit [...]
Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up. ~ by Kaylyn Pippin
I wanted to be happy. I used lots of things to try and make believe I was happy. In these ventures I didn’t succeed. I guess I didn’t really want to because I saw people who had many accomplishments and still were [...]
Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up. ~ by JBarbie
When I grow up I want to be a mommie. I want to experience the undeniable love of a child, to see pure innocence, and hear uncontrollable giggles. I want to watch my babies grow and learn, and go off to college and become doctors [...]
Living Out Loud. (V9). Your Theme Music.
Listen to the headphones on my office computer, and you’ll usually hear one of two things: the Eagles, or 70s music. If I could have been a “grown up” (whatever that means) in any time other than my own, I would have been an adult in the late [...]
Living Out Loud. (V8) winner. Little Treasures.
On a recent trip to Nags Head, I got the crazy idea that I wanted to, no, ~ had to ~ sing karaoke. I’m not much of a limelight type gal, so this whole strong urge thing kinda confused me. I was going with its flow, though ~ I’d [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 7: By Any Other Name
My name is Karal. It rhymes with Meryl. It rhymes with Jeryl. Heck, it even rhymes with barrel.
When I feel the need to make things simple or if I know it’s going to be butchered when screamed over a loud speaker, I spell it Carol. It’s only [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 6: Going Home
I don’t know if I can answer the question, “Where are you from?” by taking a mental trip “home.” Because I’m still sorting out for myself what I think home actually is, and whether I believe the mainstream ideal of home ultimately exists, and because I’m still sorting out [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 5: Your Personal Folklore
Not too long ago my family collectively decided to defy convention and stand up in the face of consumerism, commercialism and card-company holidays. In other words – we quit buying each other gifts just because the calendar said we had to.
I can’t speak for everyone else but I [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 4: Don’t Tell Me; Show Me
This month’s Living Out Loud Project required us to make a video explaining, telling, describing, something about our lives. I pretty much haven’t felt like I’ve had one, thanks to the belly. But then something happened that made me take a second look, get off my [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 3. You Are What You Eat
Ever since I was 12 years old and hit puberty I’ve had a love/hate relationship with food. I think it started when my sister called me fat. Even though I was a 4 foot 11 inch rail, she knew it would get to me and obviously [...]
Living Out Loud Volume 2: Your Body is a Wonderland
I just realized that it’s March 1 and I have exactly 33 minutes to write an essay for Genie’s second Living Out Loud project. I love these because it gives me something to write about without having to think too hard for my own topics, and [...]
