Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
So many people are of mixed heritage; everyone is from somewhere else. “-G. Willow Wilson In January of 1973, my father changed his name. Not only his first name, but his entire legal name. In the district court of Harris County Texas, the man… Continue Reading “Waiting on DNA”
The date, forever inked in crimson on her soul like a tawdry tattoo. November 6, 2012. Election day. Two hours since the call. Motorcycle accident, trauma center, broken bones, blow to the head, no helmet. I’m okay, he says. She does not believe him.… Continue Reading “Waiting,Waiting,Praying”
He wants to forget her, but he can’t. She’s everywhere he looks. She’s in the garden talking to the lovebirds. Certain they understood her every word, she spoke to them often. At her desk, writing. Another story to make him cry, or laugh with… Continue Reading “Circles of Silver”
It is my first week at the new job that brought me across the country and away from all things safe and familiar. Yet, I am excited to be starting a new life. I have a big challenge ahead of me, not the least… Continue Reading “It Will Never Last”
Last night I dreamed I was dying. As the world fell away around me, I was free-falling. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to die. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for… Continue Reading “The World Beneath My Tree”
Six months after my husband’s death, I move to a small town in Pennsylvania, located on the main line. Narberth is charming and quaint in an old world sense. It immediately reminds me of a town that played a major part in my childhood. Mayberry… Continue Reading “The Waystation for Lost Souls”
Since I began writing this blog, I have been on a journey through my colorful past. I search for photos to post that pertain to my particular story. I run across others that are meaningful and bring back memories of those I have lost… Continue Reading “Un Pequeño Milagro (A Small Miracle)”
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