The Stars
When I was a small child, I can remember my dad's appreciation of all things outdoors. He loved the woods and lakes and all wildlife that surrounded. He found beauty in each snowflake, treasured the fresh air that could only…
Never Disturb
Never chase anyone. I won't chase. But I also won't fall apart. I will miss my friend. I will miss texting, our late-night laughs, our giggles and catching up over coffee. Our meals that turn into 2 then 3 and…
Ocean Restoration
Ocean Restoration The only hit I have ever welcomed was the slap of a wave First, my ankles and then my thighs Shocked by the coolness yet I welcome it again and again When my waist is consumed and…
When You Can’t Go Any Further
When you can not go any further, when your body gives out, when pain takes over, when your heart can't do it anymore, never view it as giving up. Today I made the wise decision to stop, catch my breath…
Liar Liar
I never want to be known as a liar. Not at 10 or at 43. For sure not at 43. Because I have learned my lesson. I never want to see that look of disappointment on anyone's face.
Power
I choose to live each day to fullest, to seek out others who choose to do the same and share my faith. That is where my true inner strength is found. A confidence in what I hope for, yet can…
Not Really Sure
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
Ordinary Day
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?
7 Days Post-Op
The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions. The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.
The Painting of Margaret
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
Walk Away-Coffee Shop Blues
I didn't feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn't care. He kept insulting me.
Cocaine in the Soda
I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.