Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Mother’s been bugging me to leave the tower she can’t stand me moping around I don’t mope, I told her, I just like staying home –admiring the view, the gardens, the garden– a lot, that’s all, apparently too much for her liking I know you’ve heard some rumors about my Read more
Read Part 1 here. Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that remained unanswered to myself. My mother has come so far in life, but she appears to be stuck. I want to Read more
tears flow from my eyes and leave their wet trails behind like footsteps in snow… they get erased but their essence lingers, which bites into my cold flesh with aching blue sharp bites and I feel their presence as if a foreign intruder has taken refuge beneath my pale skin… Read more
“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.” ―Erma Bombeck This morning I was playing on my favorite Monday morning activity, #MondayBlogs, created by online book marketing guru, author, and poet Rachel Thompson @RachelintheOC, and I came across an interesting tweet. Typically, Read more
Now that you are part of the Baby Boomer generation or close to it, you may have the freedom to travel and be able to leave your home at the drop of a hat. If you are married, you and your husband might be old hats at this. However, if Read more
Take a moment and imagine… Imagine cutting your bills in half. Imagine making significant changes; affording yourself the opportunity for choices. Imagine clearing out the mounds of clutter in your closets, cabinets, and drawers. Imagine having a home that is well organized, appealing to each of your senses. Imagine starting Read more
Something in me popped Just stopped— and as I waited around I mopped up the dreams I dreamt when I was a kid and you said I could do anything- be anywhere be anyone- even no one… I thought I’d be someone. They spilled… Into a bottle of pills that Read more
I was anxious the first time I went there. I had this idea that women who’d done time would be, I don’t know, different somehow; not people you meet in the street, the woman you sat next to on the bus. I was warned I might hear things that would Read more
