Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…
Category: a womans diary
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..
An Owl’s Wind
With the righteousness of a workday’s exhaustion, my mind ran through litanies of gratitude to the universe for anything and everything.
A Breath of Wind
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
the brick dandelion 