I have a little shelf that holds my treasures. No one would think twice about the items on this shelf: a Lego figure of a famous Harry Potter character, a piece of wood, a cross, and a card. To the… Read More ›
Lotus
Waiting On That Eighty Percent
via Daily Prompt: Sacred I am perfectly content about eighty-percent of the time. I am fine with my divorce, fine that I am alone, fine that I am the only one raising three children in my home. But that other… Read More ›
Sometimes I Feel an Echo
via Daily Prompt: Echo Sometimes I hear an echo, only it is not quite a sound but rather a memory. Or perhaps a memory of a feeling. Like yesterday, when I saw him standing there and I felt a giddy… Read More ›
To Disappear
I see him standing there and a hint of a smile slowly, secretly spreads across my face. For a moment I am without form, without body. The material has faded away and I am untethered, free to float in this… Read More ›
Unfinished
Unfinished. My marriage was left unfinished. Even with a divorce one would assume it would be finished, concluded, ended. But when someone leaves with obscene reasons cloaked in rationality and justification, you are left with the lingering emptiness of something… Read More ›
Crashing Surf
We have played together underneath the sky so big, so wide. Underneath sunshine we have played in the surf, foamy delight, white surf. I take their little hands – one, two, and three – and we walk through waves. We are pushed and… Read More ›
Swallowing Darkness
And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.” Thirty-nine-years-ago, a light came into the world in the form of a slimy, mucous-covered ball… Read More ›
Remembering Love
She had loved him. It was as though she were waking up from a long sleep to these feelings that she had held for this man all along. Feelings that had been buried, suppressed, in a deep, deep sleep. The… Read More ›
To Sincerely Love Again
Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart. ~ Basil Rathbone For the first time in the past five years since my ex-husband left, I am seriously considering opening my… Read More ›
Language Prejudice
I am not prejudice but I do have prejudices. Language prejudice is one. I grew up a minority in a group of minorities, my neighborhood being predominantly African American with a few Vietnamese and Hispanics. While striving earnestly not to… Read More ›
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