Day 16: I think I’ve done most of these writing assignments; I know I skipped one for sure last week. This is not at all what this blog was intended for. I needed to create a space to post all the things I didn’t want on my blog about my stroke. I’ve had that blog for two… Read More Not Writing For Readers; A Hodgepodge Blog
A room without books is like a body without a soul. — Marcus Tullius Cicero Flowers For Algernon When I was a kid I hated to read. I really, truly, absolutely despised it. I didn’t pass through school by reading assignments. I guessed everything. I listened to the teacher (somewhat), used deductive reasoning on… Read More The First Book I Really Read
Every Morning I wake, tired and tangled and tested. Every morning, I rate my level of pain against my level of strength. Do I have a diplomat in me today? Every morning, I selflessly give up time to rest my pain and push aside the shadows to present a better person to my husband and children. Every morning,… Read More Shadowed Mornings
Torn apart, left in pieces I lay fallen Bereft of my conscience I hear it calling –The darkness, it creeps Consuming my being I fight for light I am still reeling –Four shadows stand tall Judgement, remorse Jealousy and grief. I have no recourse. –Alone I do battle I swing flimsy swords I can’t see my… Read More Can I Write a Poem?
I have a terrible inability to keep my hands from moving. If I am not writing it is most likely because I had to rest my eyes and/or mind. This is not a guarantee that my hands are not moving, however. When I am not writing I am doing something else that requires the… Read More Writing and Not Writing
Krank Ficken: I’ve put off this letter to you for a very long time. I have hidden you in my head since I was a little girl. I’m not sure who I was protecting; my mom whom you so destroyed? Stilla so she wouldn’t know just how little she protected me? me so I… Read More Burn Letter
Be curious, not judgmental ~Walt Whitman If only people could learn to be curious and not judgmental. We spend so much time shaking our heads at others and their actions; the choices they make. We don’t ask questions, we just assume. We don’t take the time to consider all that is happening and instead… Read More Too Selfish to Be Curious