What’s your favorite candy? I serenade my sweet. O, how I love thee. Thy scent, divine. The mere thought of you, heaven. ~ Oh, my sweet. Numbers are useless. Words powerless. Expression meaningless. ~ My sweet. My desire. My knees buckle at the thought. My mind looses all direction. ~ Oh, my sweet. I numberContinue reading “I serenade my sweet”
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Winter Season
Are YOU okay? She wrapped him up with her arms and legs. “Ess?” “Yes.” “Are you okay?” He was the one that blacked out. Why did he ask her this question. “I don’t understand.” She finally squeezed out. “I read the book about menopause.” She held him a little tighter, “oh.” A light sigh escapedContinue reading “Winter Season”
Wordless Wednesday
Do you need a break? From what?
Thank you
A conversation
The most important invention in your lifetime is… I’m not just talking about talking for the sake of listening to your mouth move. Having a conversation about anything… stuff. Here is what I’m trying to illustrate. In an interview Elon Musk said, “his mind is a storm”. A multitude of doctors have come out onContinue reading “A conversation”
Winter Season
Black out Oscar’s mind was filled with the soft hum of something running. He felt calm and secure. This space was cool. Restful. The immediate area around him was soft. Wiggling is toes alerted him that he didn’t have any socks on. His last memory of himself was that he was fully dressed. After rubbingContinue reading “Winter Season”
Just hanging out
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end. Sitting on the couch with my dog writing or hanging out with my bestie.
Chico and me
Drive or die
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life? Sometimes folks don’t believe, when I share the story about learning to drive. By the time I came along, my dad was retired. We did odd jobs. And I do mean odd. One job my dad did was trimming outContinue reading “Drive or die”
Winter Season
Please be advised ADULT LANGUAGE! God told me so Oscar’s weekends were like gold. He needed them in order to decompress and regroup for the week ahead. He had just gotten up on Saturday morning, Esther and he had plans. There came that all too familiar pounding at his door. There stood his mother andContinue reading “Winter Season”
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