Friday, October 26th, 2007

"Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood..."  -- You all know those words. We all had to read them, all had to write reports on them. Those words by a man named Robert Frost in a poem called "The Road Not Taken". It brings back memories of tattered old textbooks and scarred school desks and those various teachers urging us to ( Read more... )

Speak Up ... Even If Your Voice Shakes

I wonder when I became practiced at biting my bitter tongue; Wonder when I decided my voice was no longer my friend. Had I let the truth slip between these lips one time too many until backlash blindsighted and threw me off-balance? Had I let their feelings guilt me into no longer saying what I wanted? Had ( Read more... )

When it comes to intimacy, I cower, hide, run away as fast as possible in the opposite direction. And I really do not understand why. What is it about me that is so opposed to human contact? I'm not talking physically here, I just mean one-on-one human contact. Sharing thoughts, secrets, dreams. I can't remember the last time I sat down with ( Read more... )

        When I was a little girl, I simply knew that I would always be happy in the future. Even though that little girl that I was spent a good deal of her time alone and unhappy. I guess I imagined with age and with wisdom and with freedom came an overall sense of well-being and joy. I'd been too young to understand then that with age, wisdom, ( Read more... )