Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
Category: a womans diary
Fifty-Six
I am ready….
The Brick Dandelion?
Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
I Hope They’re Bowling…
Sunday, June 20, 2021 Happy Father’s Day! I remember my son, at a tender age, coming to me with his… Read more I Hope They’re Bowling…
When the Mask Comes Off
From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
The Light Reality of a Heavy Woman.
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
The Coming Flowers
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.
My J Vaccine, Lot #042A21A
Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
87.9 FM.
An observer would have noted the moment of instantaneous recognition between the two of us. Between the mutual tears, he told me a story of my father I had not heard before..
the brick dandelion 