Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Simon Overy So then, let me begin by thanking Hasty for giving me this opportunity to entertain (he said hopefully) her many readers and in doing so offer a big thank you to you readers out there in the blogosphere for taking time out to, you know, read…
Home. It isn’t a place. I stood looking at all the boxes I just packed and put into storage. Boxes of stuff I don’t have an immediate need for. Boxes of time and money spent on things to make life easier and hopefully happier. Too many years searching and collecting the wrong things. I went…
She not only has a world winning smile, a voice that purrs, or eyes that brighten the darkest of days but it’s her heart I embrace. It’s the way her heart shows all over her face and in the way her tears beckon you to look for her when she is stuck inside the battles…
Chris Carter, my guest today, blogs at The Momcafe. She didn’t know that by writing these thoughts she would also be helping me sort out some serious issues. Over this past weekend I had a moment, a few hours actually, where I was letting the past trigger extreme anxiety. The anxiety was fueling anger and…
WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS I got swept up Sidetracked Up smacked By inevitability Wind chimed With rhymes Sending me On a reverie Lost track of time Behind feelings As I drifted Floated away Blindsided Without a care Through space Through time A whirlwind Sending me Into tailspins A wondrous ride A carefree world…
Have you ever seen Young Frankenstein? If not you should, Gene Wilder and Marty Feldman are genius. Anyway, I am frustrated…and for some reason I thought of this scene. I am frustrated because I feel like Frankenstein sometimes. I guess maybe we all do. Like we were built wrong…well duh…none of us are perfect right? …
They sat, hate burning hot Watching her like prey Wishing she hadn’t come They spit mean words And snide angry comments Too loud not to be overheard She believed she could do it For her daughter She smiled and hugged She told stories and laughed But each moment Tested her resolve And she grabbed a…
My brain has a bad habit of withholding information from my heart. It has developed a severe superiority complex and doesn’t like to ask for help. My heart and mind are supposed to be a team, work together, solve problems, to create a more stable me. I have known they haven’t been getting along for…
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