We are all limited by what we think we deserve .....and when it comes to the knowledge of our futures, we are all limited by what we don't even know what we don't know..... what we don't know we don't…
View writingLife can be cute sometimes, but mostly it is not. There is no substitute for the true love of a good honest friend. And therein lies the tale to tell: life is hard and no matter how many adorable sit…
View writingIs she a friend? Can I call Danielle a friend? Well, I will. Danielle is married to my stepson Paul, the youngest son of my deceased husband. That does not make him young. None of us is young. In any…
View writingBoo’s Way Dogs will eat anything. Anything. One dog of ours successfully ate and digested most of a white stripes cd when he was a pup. Another actually ate the front cover of my son’s Spanish Book but I told…
View writingIn this season of spirit and shortened days of quiet and unruly uncertaintude the tidings and tides of the world (which way sway, which way aft) there resides, rides collides, the question of what is given and what is left…
View writingWhen I taught high school I would have my students journal every morning for 10 minutes on a prompt. That’s an example of what teachers call a ‘sponge’ activity. It allows for latecomers to catch up and for everyone else…
View writing(Here is more from this character) I put the phone back in the pocket of my dad’s barn jacket, and crossed the street to the rental car, which was costing me so much per day, I might as well be…
View writingOh, I’m asking all right. In an hour and a half I’ll ask the doctor (the PA whom l. has no confidence in—in fact the mention of such a person makes her angry). I’m asking for a relief from this…
View writing1, Stop talking to people. Especially the people you live with. You can nod and smile meaninglessly as you pass one another that's probably all they want. If your cat is exceptionally empathetic, you can try him/her/they. You can definitely…
View writingThe darkness came immediately and engulfing, smothering her more than the hood over her head. The last daylight, an hour, maybe two ago, already a fleeting lifetime. Heaviness from all sides pressuring her hand to reflexively seek her chest, to…
View writingWe love to continue living. Even the slightest notion of our life ending causes panic in the deepest pit of our stomachs, and that terror radiates throughout every highway, vein and muscle of our bodies. The very thought of our…
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