Little Miss Magic you are the only one for me ( Read more... )

There are certain things that happen in life that never can be erased from one’s memory. I would consider these memories to be the first time I heard the words I love you, the births of each of my children, my grandparents dying and September 11, 2001 ( Read more... )

I certainly can kill a festive holiday in one swoop of exclamation. A mother can always tell when her child is hiding something, or at least mine has always sported that “gift” on those occasions that I try and cover over, blend in or just not expound on the whole truth ( Read more... )

The other night I was scrolling the internet by the way of Google and suddenly without cause I was flooded with “WARNING” “WARNING”. The pop-ups that commenced to show themselves were mock replicas of my desktop and the screen for my computer parts and functions. At first I was a bit shocked as I sport all the newest fangled virus protection and ( Read more... )

“I want to share my deepest, darkest secrets with a warm body, one who really knows me - not a computer screen.” skyedragon66A writer that I admire wrote those words. I was touched by them; as they reached out and slapped me right out of my daze. Do we not all have the desire to share our deepest, darkest secrets with someone we know well? I know that I do ( Read more... )

In general humans disappoint me and this is one reason I choose to make me invisible to most. I enjoy the intrigue that comes when watching other humans interact yet I am horrified if that interaction involves me or my character in a negative sense. I have spent the last few years wondering if I could have done anything different or been any more ( Read more... )

The usual question from friends or family is “how are you doing”. My usual answer is “some good days and some bad”. I really think I have lost the ability to measure what constitutes good and bad as of late. There could be just a flicker of light that meets me head on that will change the course of what I felt was the beginning of a good day, ( Read more... )

Where do I begin.

Perhaps I don't begin, I just continue on.

Some distractions swoop in, others waddle and still more creep through the underbrush or hop and slither their way to the next destination. Each morning I am met with new beginnings, a few more distractions. I have slept renewing my own spirit while the earth consumed in darkness rests its own ( Read more... )

The question posed to the blind man, “If you were given sight for ten minutes, how would that make you feel?” I expected the answer to be a man spouting grateful accolades for being rewarded with such a gift but I was surprised to hear him answer, “I would rather not accept such a gift as I know it would just make me angry ( Read more... )