Knockin’ if love came a knockin’ I would demand protective custody and command an investigation I would call in the Sheriff and ask for an enquiry get answers to a thousand questions I would roll up the red carpet turn over the welcome mat and after careful consideration I might join you at Starbucks and … Continue reading Knockin’
Fear…
Life is supposed to hit you with one thing at a time. So, take your pick Life: what’s it going to be? I know you never promised me a rose garden. And a white picket fence has been off the table for years. And I know it’s normal to feel sad for what-could-have-been and … Continue reading Fear…
Lynda Filler 