True or False.. All's Fair in Love & War?
When I was a youngin my mother would say this, or at least that is the way I remember it....that and the main verse playing in my head: "I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no painAnd an island never cries" - Simon & Garfunkel As an adult trying like… Continue reading I Am a Rock
May 3rd, 2001 Perhaps my hatred for her comes out of fear. Fear that she could take away my greatest asset, or maybe that fear I have never spoken of, the one where I often catch a glimpse of my own weakness in her smile. I wish right now that I could get up and… Continue reading TBT “away from love”
In one of the too many piles of scribbles, scratches, and musings, and 'don't forget how this made you feel' piles, I found this note I had written. These days compassion is not something that I hold in high regard, if I am being honest I feel taken advantage of by people who are in… Continue reading Stocking Up on Compassion
As a child, I hiked, camped, and crossed all the old rickety, wooden, and solid bridges of Washington State Parks, it terrified me to cross them, no matter the condition but I never spoke up. I'd say I am not sure why but I know why. I did not want to disappoint or affect the… Continue reading Bridging Gaps….or not..
11/27 - Circa 2005 Weathering diversity, as I always have. Breaking down...no letting go and deciding to let him be mad and just do it for her. Another holiday alone, though I will never forget last years New Years, going to bed before midnight and feeling so low suicidal thoughts creeped. When does my epic… Continue reading All the promises we made..
February 2021 Seeing his pain, watching him grow and learn and navigate through it all, the word inspiring just does not cover it. His trauma paints the walls a beautiful blue and my green eyes look on in awe. He is a true artist, I adore him but I cannot help looking back at the… Continue reading Unprocessed Emotions
July 4th 2000 My heart sings in the honda that plays all my strings. A thousand words flow from my emptiness as the tunes she plays for me, engulfs the clothes and fast food. "I miss my love, like the deserts miss the rain; and I miss you" Everything But The Girl So tired of… Continue reading you make me poetic
Drifting back and forth between being and wanting to be an adult and letting certain aspects of my personality settle back into infancy it seems. "I want to be the girl with the most cake" I do, I really do want to be the girl with the most cake. I imagine her to be quiet… Continue reading The Most Cake
I found this fantastic site where you can obtain free pictures for social media or even Blog posts and I have even found pictures for work proposals and or meetings. I have been working on my manuscript, I used the site to look for media. A manuscript, if you can call it that, I really… Continue reading Physical Trauma vs. Emotional Trauma
I found this piece of writing as I work through and re-write my Mothers musings. At first glance I see a list of what looks like doctors notes: Coronary heart disease, Hyperglycemia 70, Atrial Fibrillation, Heart Block AV, CHF Congestive Heart Failure, Asthma, age related nuclear lateral bilicetend, focal cloroidites (clitorides?) (left eye), hypothyroidism....I am… Continue reading Heart of Hearts – COVID Style