Archive for stuff that is not evergreen but we want to keep. Old gift guide articles, etc.
is it sadness or is it madness that permeates my soul this longing for TIME LONG FORGOTTEN BY MOST a time of carefree youth that I squandered NOT REALIZING one day it would be gone so busy chasing an elusive dream never stopping to see the beauty in the sun wanting to grow up so […]
Two plastic eggs On a fake china plate Two embryos Vying for life in a petri dish Two ideas Whose time has yet come Waiting for life to be breathed into them Like a man that is way past his prime Socks sagging around his ankles Shuffling feet Heading no where fast Walking to the
When you’re a writer the first thing you do in the morning is write even if it’s just one sentence or one word. You write. That is the discipline that I learned from participating in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I have wanted to be a writer as long as I can remember but
You enter into the room and I am at once lost and found I am you and you are me and we are one but we are nothing and everything at once we are whole united In romantic love we are always searching for that feeling. That initial feeling of falling in love, deep,
Today I found out about Stream of Consciousness Saturday. It is a blog challenge where you are given a prompt and you have to write what ever comes to your mind not editing except spelling. You write as much or as little as you like. I love this challenge because this is how I write
Today’s prompt is piece/peace. All the little pieces of my life that make me crave peace. There are so many pieces of me scattered about that it is hard for me to find the peace that I seek everyday. There is the piece that resides with all four of my children, the pieces that my
Gathering all the Scattered Pieces to Find Peace Read More »
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is “vary/very“. The thought of writing about these two words makes me vary concerned or should that be very. I know that both vary and very have two totally different meanings but in the mind of a writer who is an over thinker, you start to question yourself about
Scattered thoughts written on bits of paper. Not really. More like typed on bits of assorted electronics. Sometimes I miss writing on paper. Nice new clean paper with that new paper smell. That smell like a book opened for the first time, to reveal the world hidden inside. Blank paper with nothing but possibility waiting
