I’m going to start off with a cliché. Time flies. And clichés are based in part on reality. I stare at my son’s newborn pictures and can’t wrap my head around the fact that he is growing up. He just started third grade. When he wears sneakers his […]
Life, commentary, gender
Everyone in the neighborhood knew her as the lady with the shopping cart. Everywhere and anytime she could be found with it. Her idea was that one never would know when you needed to carry stuff that was just to much to bear. It seemed too close […]
Let me just state from the outset I love the television show The Gilmore Girls. I am ecstatic that we get four more episodes come this fall and that we finally get to find out what were the intended final four words. If you understood that sentence […]
She didn’t have many toys growing up. She had a broken doll and a calculator. It was a bit nerdy to consider a calculator a toy, but it was in her world. Her friends would come to play with the calculator. They would set it to […]
I laugh with you I laugh at you and I feel sadness I see everything You see nothing Yet I love you I walk with you infrequently I walk without you perpetually And I feel sadness I see the ashes that once were I think of how you […]
You are with a group of friends or with a loved one enjoying a beautiful scenery. You take a photograph together for the fun of it. You take a photograph to remember and to commemorate the moment. You take a photo because you can now. You can go […]
She sat in the cabin listening to the cracking and crackling window. Soon enough the windows would shatter and shutter. No need to pretend that the pain was both real and surreal. And so was the duality of life. A rose dripping in blood would be […]
I am used to being the only girl around. I worked for ten years at a non-profit that was about 90% men. At my first real job a few decades ago, all my “real” friends were men. When I went to graduate school and my whole cohort […]
She often sat at her green chair rocking the day away. She would jot down her thoughts in her little notepad that she kept on the side coffee table table. She had written over 200 poems. She was hoping to compile them and get some online Amazon […]
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