Four years ago, many revelations hit the press. I would never run for any political office. Not because I wouldn't want to change the world, but I have things in my past I wouldn't want to be put to public scrutiny. There's good and bad in everyone's life. No one is a saint. I've made … Continue reading We’re not laughing at you!
Learning how to fight!
Well, some might call it 'communicate.' Years ago I had a friend who told me a story. He said when his parents fought, they stopped speaking to each other. Their record was six months! They later divorced. Can you imagine? I can't. I get over things very quickly, but not everyone does. I came across … Continue reading Learning how to fight!
Raise your voice. Say NO to racism.
I was looking for a live blog on the France/Croatia FIFA 2018 Final and came across a video that ripped my heart to pieces and had me crying so hard. I don't have a lot of great memories of my early childhood, but I remember one thing my mother taught us: in our household, … Continue reading Raise your voice. Say NO to racism.
Image may be subject to © green intense light of love heart love pulsating tears rolling down the pale blue window inside my mind’s eye the right side, a film playing over and over again heart pain silent relentless take it away I beg make it go away intense lights bright smiles and … Continue reading Almost There
The Art of Love
The Art of Love a moments rest time to digest the thoughts of him his illness my Love so long ago and yet always clear present and near words uninvited the sound of his voice teasing knowing that something was not quite right the solemn day rushes up to me grabs my … Continue reading The Art of Love
#1 Love Rehab on Amazon, thank you.
Lip Service I taste a salty tear, let it fall the furrows aging my face no longer smiling the pain raw it seems with time I remember too much, too clear, too sad did you tell my sister you loved me? that I was distant? explain to me how an infant can … Continue reading #1 Love Rehab on Amazon, thank you.
color ceased to exist
Blue a whistle blows March winds carry your spirit waves bow, welcome you moms and calves breaching learning playing b e i n g I wandered the shoreline sea shells crusty under naked feet toes tickled by waters wanting to dance you moved in burnt orange I lived in hot pink … Continue reading color ceased to exist
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…