My little boy inspires me everyday Inspiration can come from mentors, from parents and from philanthropists, to name a few. My daily inspiration comes from my six year old son. He is silly, goofy and sweet. He is super sweet, sickly sweet, despite the fact that I stopped […]
She never had much; just what she could carry in a large suitcase or two. A long time ago she had received a large box with her few remaining childhood-items. That box has long since disappeared. Then one day she had knick-knacks; tons of pretty colored-glasses. They stand empty […]
Traveling with a six year old cross country: No we are not there yet Since my son was a baby, we have been taking him on road trips. As a baby he slept much of the way. As a two year old, we traveled with an Elmo Potty […]
Often when you are sad the best medicine, antidote, is a sad song or a sad movie. You get caught up in that emotion and your heart swells and you wallow. You sit and wallow in someone else’s expressed misery. It works for a bit. A few years […]
Willy wonka, gratitude, silly, nostalgia, identity
Your ghost of a scent The cupboard remains bare But your scent is soaked into its wall Throw the doors open and out you come Befuddled, I was struck What are you trying to tell me? I filled the cupboard with timid care For this scent is clearly […]
Generation huh: Who are we anymore? My sister was born in 1981. Apparently, those born in the years between 1979 -1982 are trapped in a purgatory generation of sorts. I always knew there was something odd about my sister and now I am glad to have proof I […]
Oh no! Not in my house President Obama recently made news. Well, he always makes the news. Let me start over. Recently, a group of individuals were invited to attend the White House. They were specifically invited to attend because of LGBT month celebration. Then one of the […]
Woke up startled, not knowing why I opened my eyes, and felt a void No one to say morning to or goodbye My senses dulled and underemployed The sterile walls do not gleam The dusty floors increase my mind’s weight Empty rooms do not hear my scream Only […]
The story of how we met Every relationship has a beginning. There is no story that starts mid-way. Perhaps a Quentin Tarantino movie, but then we get the flashbacks. Television shows are rife with “origin” episodes. We always want to know how things started. In comic books, an […]
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