WILL MY EYES POP OUT?

 DO I HAVE ALZHEIMER’S? “I am worried I am getting Alzheimer’s” my daughter said as she wrinkled her forehead at me. “First, what makes you think you are getting Alzheimer’s and second, how do you even know what that is?” I asked her calmly. “Because I forgot what the word for losing your memory was…

PERFECT TO ME

I read this last night after a very long day and two very long nights. I read this as if it was meant for me and then I read it as if I had written it for others. There is a magical healing in these words.  I don’t ever want these words to disappear. I…

FILTER ME

Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
Filtered. Disguised. Hidden. I feel like a lot of us spend our lives presenting a certain “portrait” of ourselves to the world. We portray only certain parts of us to those around us. We hide the struggles in our lives and do not open up about the less than…

MOMSTERS IN THE DARK

    I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman.  In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me.  She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…

my bed (was never California never was) my bed

I am happy to have Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite story weaver, guest blog here today. Using 14 words Helena has created14 different variations of this love poem.  Please be sure to visit her blog here and show her some fan love. WRITTEN BY HELENA HANN-BASQUIAT     my bed (was never California never was) my bed    …

WHAT DOESN’T KILL US…

Today you will find me over at Johnny Ojanpera’s place where I apologize to an old friend.  I have tried a few times to gather the nerve to apologize but the thought of speaking my heart locks me up every time. I have the fear that, at this point, my apology will look like some…