… I see her smile in her dreams. For once, all seems quiet and gentle. And consistent. I would have reprieves of such times in the past, but they would disappear as a flicker in the wind.
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
Happy almost birthday to me! I have quite a path of learning ahead of me, but I’m liking it!! Lots… Read more July 14.
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
December 31, 2021. I just needed to create, here, in this space, one more time in 2021. Thank you. And… Read more 2021. Goodbye, Year.
I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
“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.