The door opened. I found myself checking for him unexpectedly. Throughout the holidays, I felt his presence with me as I shopped and walked..
Tag: #beingawoman
The Sword Mother
“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
Cuteness.
Rather than heavy words and even heavier thoughts and feels, maybe just a bit of cuteness!
Flight 56.
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
A Skull Innocuous
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
A Lady of a Million Secrets
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
A Breath of Wind
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
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.
Poem. “ I remember.”
September 8, 2020. To contribute to International Literacy Day.. Love and a kiss just because, stephanie
How to Navigate the Magic Flight of the Awkward: Beginning
The beginnings of flight are incredibly awkward-looking…
the brick dandelion 