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Theresa Largusa
McKinney, Texas
Word wrangler. Thinker of big ideas. Story explorer.
Interests: music, good friends, coffee, conversation, bad jokes, jolly husband, naughty schnauzers, playing with sentences = my favorite things.
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To be present, truly in the moment, involves the people, places and things within reach. What is beyond one's range of vision is of no concern (it isn't even real, anyway.) "Well, you won't have to listen to that again." "Thank gawd." "Pretty much the problem though, yeah?" ... crickets... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Semi-Daily Scribbles
My core ought to feel like it's pierced by arrows each time you are near. In your eyes I see a forgotten life and feel the vague familiarity of a neighborhood in which I once lived. We are quivering heaps of pent up emotions which we mistake for attraction; desire.... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla on the mountaintop, proclaiming to the four winds, with a silver chalice in her left hand and a finely-wrought blade of steel in the right: Both of these accessories are in play as they pertain to my energy and destiny. It is almost as though we are not... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
You told me you live in your own world. "Don't place too much trust in me." You forgot what we talked about a month ago. Our conversation was important. It had to do with self-awareness and the color I'd recently painted the walls of my study. "Forgetfulness means I never... Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
The flip side of pain is love, and what is love but a vehicle to keep us from dying a new death every day? Love is also a gateway to disappointment and heartbreak and insecurity. One cannot have a well-lived existence without the sweet agony of wallowing in The Big... Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
and for anyone who peeks at this screen, i got a little nugget o' to pass along ... just keep showing up. sounds simple but it's one of the hardest things to do consistently throughout one's lifetime(s). good things are coming my way, though, thanks to the routine to which... Continue reading
Posted Sep 26, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
The world was carved by the right hand of the pagliacci. Reality is as entertaining as one's daydreams, and as tangible as the gash you stanch with little chance of it becoming a scar. We all weep at the sight of a well-rehearsed faux pas. Perseverance is the best way... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
call out call out call out like you do check your privilege at the door saying you've got allergies will not suffice anymore i think the flu is here to stay its symptoms are the key to The Gateway PSA: this song has helped more people than any number of... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
You're better off finding a trusted civilian who'll listen to your (what usually are very amusing) existential crises, and maintaining a lifestyle where your body and mind are allowed to perform at peak proficiency. Sorry, I hope that didn't come out sounding all preachily privileged because, you know: You are... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
nice guys know a kind word plus an easy smile are the best lures to snare an unsuspecting heart so simple to kill them with attention they were all easy girls once no more bullseye on their backs j. could pick them out of a crowd too and she warned... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Nightly we dream of a more perfect version of each other. Oblique references abound regarding "My Best Self." Gary knows his heart has a direct line to his "Dream Girl." So much is at stake when LOVE is the order of the day. Annoyed by limited clothing options, Gary shines... Continue reading
Posted Sep 13, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Oh my gosh! Remember my question last Tuesday? "You don't even play the game, do you?" And how you shook your head with a wide-eyed look and mouthed the word No? Scouts were on the lookout all along. The noticers noticed who showed up. Another way to put this? You... Continue reading
Posted Sep 12, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... I'm good with sitting out delays. I've basically been in a three-year holding pattern. I hope these days have not been a waste of energy. If I came to this place to deliver a message *("You've only got ten good years left. Turn your daydreams into something I can... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
As Gary woke up this morning, and realized it was Friday instead of Saturday, he proclaimed to the limoncello-colored walls of his boudoir: "Faack. No clean clothes. No chance of calling in sick, either." So Gary creakily got out of his four-poster and walked into his closet to have a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 7, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Time is fluid, and what I said yesterday is a betrayal sneaking up on you in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... The downfall has happened. It goes back to my desire for seeing you leave before the month is out. I have enough strength for the both of us,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Sometimes when I talk to you, your eyes are distorted by a liquid shimmer. "I'm not crying. You're crying!" A dead guy once called that rheumy-eyed stare "the puddly look of nostalgia." Are you reliving the past when you look at me? I have to admit there was something oddly... Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
We're like feral children coming up in here. Raised by wolves. Literally. Now all this stimuli and rush of new experiences and feelings about what is really happening (which #1: WHAT is really happening? And #2: Feelings are things we can't even describe let alone understand because before we were,... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
A constellation is emblazoned across your chest. Your heart; the center of the universe. You've traveled far to hear the words: You are mine Across space And time. Our souls; the coordinates that point us toward home. collapse expand disintegrate we are remembered as icy bodies ignited by bright and... Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla Varney had to pull off the Bee Trail when the downloads started coming in: I'm walking ... er, well right now ... I'm driving the Spiritual Path and The Universe is driving home the need for me to grow a heart. What a delicious theme to work with... Continue reading
Posted Aug 17, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
The Man came to visit last month. You remember; he lives next to that N. Cali beach you loved to run up and down and scamper over to other dogs doing the same crazy runnin'. Well, this time The Man brought a Lady and two little Mermaid Princesses. They'd have... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
What should Alejandra's reaction be when she is told by a sleepy colleague to "chill and just roll with it?" Smile and say: "Yeah, you're right." Know that Sonny means well as he munches those pretty flowers. psssst ... The Universe wants you to know the spell you've been under... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
we've been summering bubbles & sun family & fun cares have been left behind at least for a little while hope you've been soaking up happy hot weather memories too we'll catch up when it's cooler. Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Sometimes life is like waking up in the middle of a story. What happened yesterday probably never happened. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is written in-between remembered moments. Like you buying the yellow cardigan from Sarita's Secondhand Sweaters. She's one of the newer vendors down at the Prairie View. Speckled here... Continue reading
Posted Jul 13, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Reveries are states in which Darla creates. Make a suggestion and Darla will be covered in pinpricks and scraps of velvet for the next month. What comes from dreams is handiwork meant to question the associations we form. That lump of clay? A heart ready to take shape. Embroidered... Continue reading
Posted Jul 5, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
If someone uses the phrase "safe as houses," think twice before you accept their invitation to come around for tea. Houses are portals to places we've never been, and would do well to traverse with care. Is it hospitality or the promise of the unknown that propels us to cross... Continue reading
Posted Jun 30, 2018 at Semi-Daily Scribbles