…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Tag: fiftyplus
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
Fifty-Six
I am ready….
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
The Light Reality of a Heavy Woman.
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
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..
A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
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”
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.
The Key Stretch of the Road
Maybe awareness is the secondary gift from the pandemic to me personally. Gift number one is my family’s health. Gift number two, “up my efforts” on my own health. And hit those body goals, head on…
Forty Eight Degrees
I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
the brick dandelion 