Category Archives: Biography
Holes in The Soul
She pictures the broken glass pictures the steam pictures a soul with no leak at the seam __Peter Gabriel Mercy Street Several months ago, I told my counselor about a dream I’d had many years ago, in … Continue reading
A Tiger Named Pain
Writer’s Island Prompt #10 “MOST AMAZING EXPERIENCE” Pain is the shell that encloses your understanding. __Kahlil Gibran Thirty-plus years ago, I gave birth to my fourth and last child. She was beautiful and healthy, but I seemed to be in almost … Continue reading
Personal Take Cont. (WT, as well)
I came home from the hospital to a totally different environment than the one I had left beneath the rear wheel of my father’s big black Pontiac. My world had been altered and, when I looked in the mirror, … Continue reading
That Other Kind of Dream, Or The Airplane Lady
That one that has nothing to do with sleeping, but everything to do with our waking moments. Our bag of expectations, wants, and desires for our own lives. Those secret plans for our future, sometimes so secret, we aren’t aware … Continue reading
Distillation
The day before yesterday, my siblings and I hosted a party to celebrate my Mother’s ninetieth birthday. We rented the back room of a local restaurant and invited some family and friends. About 60 people showed up to share in … Continue reading
Curious Confession Time
Okay, I was raised Catholic, went to parochial school, so I know the drill: “Bless me, Technologies, for I found the stats page on this site yesterday.” I did a History major in college, as well as one in English, … Continue reading
An Example of Synchronicity
One of the rewards of being a teacher assigning exercises within the classroom, was my choice to do those exercises right along with my students. Many of them were shocked at that practice, and even more so when I would … Continue reading
Anger As Energy Flow
I have done my part, and whatever happens, will simply happen. But it will only happen at my choosing. That knowledge alone, is worth the few tears I shed. ___quoted from last post After years of words that were not understood, or … Continue reading