I REMEMBER

I remember the heat of him as he would Push up against me, Gin-fouled and Smelling of Camel Wides. “I love you, baby,” He would say. “You stink,” I would remark. He would give the bar-story of a Thousand words that would drip sour Onto my breasts, as he moved Closer to my lips. “Stop,…

WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?

I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps as I move. Black-wood picture frames speckle the large print flowers and show the same faces in different places, some smiling, some with definite disdain for…

DEEP CENTER

I want you to be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being. – Confucius A challenging journey, difficult at times, to “be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.” Most of us won’t traverse the path to our deep center. We will detour to another track, one we perceive…

THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT

Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.

HITCH AND SHUTTER

Courage doesn’t exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.

WILL THEY FOLLOW ME

I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.

REACHING THE CENTER

Some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all–in which case, you fail by default. – J.K. Rowling A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender, and, even…

ALWAYS TIME FOR GOOD DISCUSSION

Speak your mind even if your voice shakes. – Maggie Kuhn Oh, my. This quote resonates with me. I call it vibrating but “shakes” works just as well. Life keeps whispering to me, “Stay in the conversation.” I was always quick to leave the conversation, not even attempt to use my voice, and, instead, hightail…

GRIEF ROSE UP

I could say that it was easy, sitting there with her, watching her die, but it wasn’t. There was nothing easy about it, nor awful for that matter. It was what it was. I was asked the other day how I was doing with her death, and, at the time, I said I was fine….

NO LONGER THERE TO BE SEEN

I have a beautiful bookshelf, tucked into the wall of our living room, that contains a plethora of books. I have an old rocker next to the bookshelf and a decent lamp that gives adequate light for reading. Sometimes, when people step into our home, they can’t see me sitting there, almost like I’m invisible….

NO GOING BACK

She wanted to say something, the truth preferably, but all her words stuck in her mouth, hung up on her tongue, forever secured and tethered to going nowhere. She watched them fumble with their own words, trying to console and support without really talking about what was happening. She didn’t want to talk about it…

MORE POLITICAL THAN I THINK

I’m not a political person per se, though that doesn’t mean I don’t have opinions, or that I don’t read the news and am not informed. I’m just not into discussing my thoughts with everyone I cross paths with. Actually, I really don’t like talking politics with anyone. I value my friendships and connections more…