I found this old book of my writing, it seems to be notes for a book. True to my young and idealistic form there are butterflies doodled all over this document...I had a thing for butterflies and poetry. 8/28/2001 "yes I love you" is another doodle of sorts, I don't think I knew what love… Continue reading Butterflies & Wallingford
Tag: family
He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
My father is an 80-year-old Oklahoma-born, Vietnam vet, a retired police officer, and very much a man of his generation. So of course he wanted to be a John Wayne type. If you are not familiar with JW let me give you a few examples - from the movie Hondo (this is totally how he… Continue reading He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
Go Ask Alice
Not that Alice, but if you could ask Alice anything what would you ask? This Alice though, she's the one I can't get over: "I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones" - Alice Kingsley When I reflect on my mild obsession with the Alice movies I can remember being very young, sick with something… Continue reading Go Ask Alice
Let Greek Ghosts Go
On the Greek side Mom always told me there was nothing there at the graveyard, nothing worth finding anyway. When I found them and put the rose bush with the branches I had found, seemingly especially for them and myself - the exact number of tiny roses as her siblings, except one was bloomed and… Continue reading Let Greek Ghosts Go
and the reason is…
I don't sleep in our past like I used to, and when I would see you so often your words would become echoes in my dreams, a voice seemingly designed to madden, no longer love but a broken record of torment. Playing the same questions over and over again and a song forming as I… Continue reading and the reason is…
The Little Girls
This concept and or idea of there being many parts to us, that we have past versions of ourselves running around inside our hearts, mind, and souls; for me the little girls of my past, little Becky's that were not honored or seen. The idea of playing as an adult is a bit foreign to… Continue reading The Little Girls
They Say Hawks Fly Alone
My brother is 10 years older than me, and he's been a rock for me at times, well he's tried as I seem to believe I am my own rock but he has tried nonetheless. He's quiet, contemplative, and seemingly rather sad; he's definitely the silent type, much like my Mother - a 'silent sufferer'… Continue reading They Say Hawks Fly Alone
old quotes and looking beyond
I found this journal of my mom's, she kept her own quote book of sorts, I had no idea and sadly and or ironically I have had one that I have filled since I was in my teens. Friends wrote in it, acquaintances, strangers and of course family. I use my quote book so often… Continue reading old quotes and looking beyond
I Am a Rock
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
Death & Taxes
During this tax season, I find myself hopeful and excited when I perhaps should not be but my naive heart just sees that I get money back each year so never mind what I have lost. On loss, this Saturday my mother would have been 75 years old, I used to be such a wreck… Continue reading Death & Taxes