Writing and Redemption

There's me, and there's this other me Who likes to think she's me, but Isn't. She sifts through drawers looking for a W...

What I love to do best is to think. To think and think. To lie in bed in the darkness with the fan blowing gently cool air on my face, burie...

Life, when you look back upon it, looks different from when you are living it. Daily life is simply that: Day-to-day, moment to moment...

When a loved one dies, our reactions are immediate Some react with cries, wails, sobs, or Shocked silence in which all reactions th...

The recent tragedies in my family have created a wall Erected internally from the depths of feelings  direct descendants of their ancie...

There is always something new to do There is always something new to learn, To be, to say, to have. Only always never happens And ne...

We modern women wear our badges of honor with all the pride and sometimes pomp of  a  Scout or  a  soldier. Gold rings on ou...