I am endlessly fascinated and amused by the mysteries of the cosmos and my tiny place in it. Enjoy my explorations of my inner and outer worlds.
You Say Potato
Photo by Erika Fletcher on Unsplash On a recent balmy evening, my husband Ron and I took a walk down our dirt road after dinner. The sun had set and the sky was laced with pink clouds glowing against the azure sky. There is a field at the bottom of the road next to...
What’s Old is New: Mime for our Time
I was writing in my journal, waxing profound about the arcs in my life. “Sometimes it seems like I’ve spent my life walking in place. I move along and then I hit a wall. After banging my head against it for a while, I often discover there was no wall, or that the wall...
Thumbs up for Thumbs!
I was pondering the wonders and stories of our anatomy the other day, and realized I could probably write a post about every part of myself. Who knows how long this inspiration will last, this could be a very long series! That led me to reflecting on my hands. When...
I think, therefore I….am?
Photo by Ashley Batz on Unsplash I get an idea. Half-baked. Disparate elements. Nothing comes together. I pace. I ruminate. Then look up the word rumination and discover it has to do with thinking about the past. So if I’m not ruminating, what am I doing? I try to...
Quick! Before the Election!
So many people have prefaced recent conversations with “I’m so worried about the election that….” or “I just don’t know what to trust,” or “Those people are insane!” or “Do you think it might be…?”
I’m Sure It Was Plaid
Our eyes receive light, our brains tell us the story. The muscles of our eyes allow us to widen and tighten our focus, to see the big picture and the details, from the general to the specific, from the background to the foreground. But it’s the brain that decides whether the person approaching me is a friend or foe, whether I am happy or disappointed that it is raining, whether I’m following the right star on the horizon.
Getting Out Of My Hair
I bought what I thought would be a cool, new circular hairbrush that I could use with a blowdryer to volumize my hair (just a few decades late to the party.) After a few curls, my hairbrush got stuck. I tugged. I tried to reverse my way out of the tangle, which merely...
Weaving Together
Photo by Ron Morecraft of an installation by Tomas Saracéno from a work by an anonymous spider. For weeks my carport was Charlotte's lair. The classic orb spider had spun a glorious, monumental web that sometimes verged on over-ambition, attaching silken threads to my...
On the Kindness of Strangers
We are in Gijón, Spain. Ron is carefully (because he's always careful) hanging laundry on the rack attached to our our third floor window. There are no clothespins in our air bnb and there's no way we know to the courtyard below. The doorbell rings. Who could possibly...
First World Problems
It started with a drip. A delicate but nevertheless relentless Chinese torture, steady and eternal, from the bathroom sink. As people who like to think that we have better things to do with our time, we ignored it. It became a companion, a little tick, tick, tick...
Lavinia Plonka weaves together 33 autobiographical stories with weighty philosophical questions in her uniquely hilarious way: Are aliens stealing our time? Can one find enlightenment at Sam’s Club? Are nail salons a galactic conspiracy?
These essays originally appeared as Lavinia’s monthly column, “CosmiComedy,” in Western North Carolina Woman Magazine.
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