Never beg or borrow? That's a lie. I've always had to beg. Didn't I beg you Mom, 'Don't hit me!' Bam, bam, bam. 'Don't slap me around my head-' Slap, slap, slap. ' Don't knock me into the wall! '…
View writingA great love, any great love, shows itself in small gestures. The way you smile when you catch sight of me & no one else, just me. You lift my spirit & make my day. Pure moment of joy. I…
View writing'To bring the body peace, breathe slowly, fully, lightly into your belly, hold, two, three, four, exhale slowly through your nose, one two, three, four. Just Be. Listen to your body. Visualize a state of peaceful consciousness. Take your time.…
View writingI am waiting in a long line. My left knee hurts, so i open my umbrella/portable seat. I sit. Someone I don’t know strikes up a conversation with me. She is young. She has long dark hair. Could be my…
View writingTaking it all for granted is lazy, slothful, complacent, crass, vulgar, rude, and it reeks to high heaven of a hoarder's mentality. Careful, Roberta. Things will go my way as long as I look on the bright side. & do…
View writingWhat else are we to think? We’re not even able to actually think, those parts of our little bodies not yet formed enough to enable us to form thoughts…all we know how to do is feel. We come out of…
View writingWe’ve all got so many stories to tell. And for the past decade, determined to wrap it all up pretty with a sit-com bow of rueful laughter, this has been mine, in 70,000 or so words of fictionalized memoir: For…
View writingThis is my tale which I have told (word count=787 ) This is my tale which I've told over & over to myself & my psychiatrist. I wonder why men become infatuated with me? On the basis of the merest…
View writingLight Falling Across a Face Reverand Marvel and Sarah arrived by train to London. Again, the fog followed Sarah. London was a big city. Yet, it felt orderly. There was something comforting about timeliness, cleanliness and tea. Sarah was bone…
View writingIn my twenties, I was misunderstood. During the first couple years at college, I got along fine because, at the time, the idea of a good education was for freshmen and sophomores to study a wide range of subjects: art…
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