LEVITATION, GROPING, AND BAGGY CAMO PANTS

I hope everyone enjoys the posts Sage and I have planned for you regarding my vacation to Boston.  We hope that you will feel like you were a part of the experience.  Many people have some crazy ideas about us, about our decision to meet up and, maybe because it seemed so natural and innocent…

A POETIC BEACH QUARTET

Today the Sage family and the Hasty family went to North Hampton for a day at the beach.  I have to say HastyKid is a natural and is dreaming of becoming the next big surfer girl.  She had a blast riding the waves with Sage Jr and after getting buried in the sand, Sage Jr…

THE BUYERS OF NIGHTTIME BARGAINS

Written by Gunmetal Geisha and HastyWords Broken street lamps flicker, laughing As the darkness hides its deformities I wander directionless into this night Sirens warning of nearby emergencies Secret decrepitude picks a corner of brain Plants bodegas of expired groceries Condemned dwellings of unwashed squatters A big bang emergence of new old cities Alleyways twist,…

OH HEY BOSTON

Yesterday I renewed my VERY expired drivers license so I could fly to Boston on Wednesday to see Sage.  My daughter and I woke up all bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to go at 3:30am and got to Boston about noon.  This is what we saw when we got to baggage claim. Sage’s son…

MY PONYTAIL PRISONER

I am a mom, with a ten year old daughter, who is struggling to raise a strong individual who will also be a compassionate friend. Girls can be downright vicious to their own gender. I think it is important for women to stand together but more often than not we end up bullying each other…

UNASHAMED UNCENSORED UNAFRAID

Today you will finally meet the SisterWives and find out what we are about by going here.  Some of my fellow SisterWives have already experienced some rather hateful comments so before the word SisterWives puts you off I should explain. We DO consider each other equals. We ARE in a blogging relationship.   We ARE…

BEACHFRONT SUNSETS

Written by Holley Perry and HastyWords Tides quietly wash away all evidence of daylight as we sat together mourning the sunset’s temporary demise. Distance is a reminder . . . the sand on our wooden floor the wrong names carved on trees the night doesn’t hide all secrets. Ghosts of old chased us into our…