She is four years old and utterly, heartbreakingly lovely. With beautiful, shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair and a sweet, round little head that closely mirrors that of her Mom and her Grandma, she always makes me want to gather her up and hold her forever. It has been so very long since I held my own little ones and sometimes, my arms – and my heart – ache with the recollection of my own babies’ sleepy, heavy warmth. Continue reading “Little Girl”
She stood on the stool with the noose around her neck and wondered why it was so difficult to let go, now that she was here. Continue reading “Not Today (Hold On)”
I was recently invited by a fellow blogger, PATRICK STORIES, to give my opinions on feminism. I am blessed to live in a society – and to be in a marriage – where I do not often have to give the matter all that much thought. Still, PATRICK STORIES writes with such passion on the subject that I decided to give the topic a ‘go’. I do hope you check out his blog…
When I was aged 15 or so, my best friend told me that my expectations of love were unrealistic. Continue reading “On Feminism, True Love and Happily Ever After”
I do apologise. I have not posted in quite awhile. My health is never great at this time of the year and my energy levels always attest to that.
This was my very first post, almost a year ago now. It didn’t get much attention – it’s a bad attempt at poetry, which is not my forte. But the feelings were real. And the words suit this time of year, when it appears that everyone is scurrying around preparing The. Best. Christmas. Ever. Music is sweet and nostalgic; folks are preparing to go home for the holidays; family members are surreptitiously wrapping presents; cookies are being baked and plans being made. Continue reading “How Are You (Reposted)”
I read once that when we fly in our dreams, our soul has briefly left our sleeping bodies. Continue reading “I Can Fly…”
There is so much out there, these days, about being mindful; about being in the moment. There is even a Mindfulness for Dummies book (I confess that I have it on my bookshelf although I have yet to read it). Continue reading “My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment”
When I was 8 years old, one of my best friends overheard the mother of some neighbourhood kids telling them; “I don’t want to see you playing with those Moore kids!” Continue reading “Is there Such a Thing as ‘Figuratively’ Coming Out of the Closet?”
The thing about mental illness is that while it is slowly chipping away at your insides, you can look so normal. You may feel like you are spiralling out of control. You may wish you were dead. You may feel like you are falling apart; you may be certain that you are going crazy. But no one can tell. Not even you can tell by looking at the face staring back at you in the mirror. Continue reading “Portrait of a Burn-Out”
You ask me how I am
And then glance past my shoulder,
To continue your errands.
Continue reading “How Are You?”