Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…

Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
“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.
April 22, 2021 Thank you, Mother Earth…
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.
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
My twelve year old soul, delighted in the thought of an evenings swim, pizza and snowstorms.. My fifty-five year old shoulders still ached six days later. I had forgotten the sensations of swimming…
February 3, 2021 If I typed the word ‘um’ a thousand times, would that help my writer’s mind? Would it… Read more A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
As we met the lake, the sky softened from clear blue to an enveloping grey in the haloed light of the setting sun.