From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
Category: Writing
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 Daily Chase.
As I chase the sun in a daily tandem race with time, I have this dream for myself…and another one too…a selfish desire, no doubt, or maybe one of the best of human miracles.
A Woman’s Diary, “Rose”
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…
A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
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.
