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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.
Recent Activity
Previously... I'm exactly what I wished for once upon a starry night. Took decades to notice the contentment staring back at me from the bathroom mirror. Things on my wish list should've remained the same, whether I was 5 or 80. Adult things got in the way to muddy the... Continue reading
Posted May 18, 2021 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Disarm me with your charms, but know that your personality is problematic. (Yeah - don't know which one of us is the addict.) But here we are in the woods, a stare-down in progress. Each one of us casts a light of varying intensity, all in the service of demanding... Continue reading
Posted May 1, 2021 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
There are lots of activities and attractions to keep you busy when you come visit H-ville: Second-run movies and weekend swap meets at the Prairie View Drive-In. Breakfast specials at the Chik'n & Biskit. High School! McAllister's Flowers. Hanging out down by Cathedral Rocks along the Samson River. Keggers in... Continue reading
Posted Jan 3, 2021 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Thoughts are ordered in No Particular Order. It's .. they are like reading a book by landing on random pages "and just going with it." Timeline? A logical sequence of events? THEME! All are about as useless as peanut butter without bits of said legume embedded within. Or like ...... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... A certain slant and intensity of light captures the rays of a pink undulating star from within the center of Darla's agate. No need for assembly. Darla's burst of radiance does come with a price, though. Brilliance enters The Change and comes out the other side of the galaxy... Continue reading
Posted Oct 10, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Tucked into the grey splintered planks of my spine is an invitation. A call to action for your generation. Remember, it is I who whispers in your ear "complete the work." on one knee break free urgency responsibility If you stand upon that threshold a minute more, you'll become the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 11, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
I should hope one would think he or she is interesting. If a person doesn't have that sort of opinion of oneself, all sorts of unfortunate occurrences can happen, like hearing a nonstop self-censure loop booming inside an already thought-heavy head. Oh, and if a person does find him/herself pleasant... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
A time out sounds like a grand luxury after knowing Zoë has been wandering the stillness without me. Why haven't I picked up the yoke so she could rest a while on this splintered trip? A slip of the tongue and I'm right back on that bottom rung. I've struggled... Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
What year is it? Time has sped up, slowed down and taken on a new meaning. I mean ... It could be 2005. You were my curly fur buddy way back then, when a book about a girl, a really old dude and the Olympic Peninsula was the most popular... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Our Darla thinks she thinks for herself, but then sometimes she chalks up the talks she has with The Self as the hard-to-shake-off admonishments Ort flings at her every time she tries to express [in words] the really difficult, complex and sometimes icky feelings about [Ort] the world [internal... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Sharon's hair (admit it. you don't know her name. sharon was your babysitter.) gleams like burnished bronze as she sits in a stream of March's best light. The scene inside the café reminds you of the time you stood nose to canvas with Bierstadt's California Spring (the interplay of sun... Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
And what does Gary know about Chica? Does he know she breaks into abandoned buildings, like the ramshackle dance academy two blocks west of the Chik'n & Biskit and does Martha Graham-esque chassé-and-swirls on the buckling oak as she dreams of her return to the sea? Oh but the dreams... Continue reading
Posted Feb 29, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Mind the rafters! It's not riches this girl is after. An archetype wants to get inside your head. Live the qualities of The Modern Woman and rely on your own piece of mind / acre of light / what's wrong with always being right? You just may encounter that Mystery... Continue reading
Posted Feb 22, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla came up with a magic number so she'd better have the courage to play it. It doesn't matter which end is up when it comes to her cups. A disruption is precisely what the Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet needs. "Don't create a mess just to say you've... Continue reading
Posted Jan 12, 2020 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... thirsty tresses teased into unspeakable shapes frosted-tip stylization tendrils of sombre ombré and foreheads banged for business ladies on high roam from stall to tent in search of the perfect 99 cent: ladle cradle boat compote vest bird nest a gilded pear antique lace underwear hearth and home and... Continue reading
Posted Dec 22, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
In the time it took for the blood to soak through the yellow V-neck, Micah was able to enjoy a satisfying drag off a Camel. The thumb and forefinger of Micah's non-ciggy-holding hand caressed the slip of notebook paper tucked inside the front pocket of his Levi's. "Individuality. Absolute power... Continue reading
Posted Nov 17, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Dreaming has returned along this sordid road. Everyone is running toward the right. Stand still to absorb the light. Might I imply that when you look up into the sky, staring back atchya are my beseeching eyes? Have it both ways. Watch your strengths atrophy as you make room... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
I informed Elinore that I trusted my gut more than some expert's opinion on how best to sell myself to the Cogs of Industry. She didn't believe me. All is right in the world if we choose to listen to the mysteries in the wind that sigh and cry. Soughing... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles