Off Center


turn into weeks

turn into months



unopened, strewn

across a corner desk



turning, rotting

wasting in the fridge



she struggles

to find her center…


photo: pixabay



My daughter called in the middle of the afternoon yesterday.  It’s unusual so I took the call.  I could hear in her voice that something was up.  My stomach lurched as I waited for her to tell me what was wrong.

“Mom!  I’m engaged!”

My baby girl is engaged and I am thrilled with my future son-in-law.  They are so good together.  Both kind, generous, loving and adventurous souls!

My cup runneth over…

Gerald and Boo

They Say

They say

the holidays are the most difficult

time for those dealing with depression,

anxiety and PTSD who often search for a will to live.


They say

there are steps to take to

help ease the pain and loneliness befalling

those who have walked a tougher road than most.


They say

it’s just a matter of changing your

focus, practicing self-soothing techniques

and applying positive thinking to your everyday life.


I say

who the fuck are they to make

recommendations to calm the demons

and ease the fear in a life they’ve never walked personally.


photo: pixabay

100 Followers – “My Cup Runneth Over”

This morning I woke to a message that my blog has reached 100 followers.

That’s nothing less than amazing to me.  Amazing to think there there have been 100 people who have taken a moment to read something that I wrote, clicked on the *follow* link and occasionally stop back by to read something else.  I know it’s not much compared to most, but it feels like a lot to me.

I can honestly say that I have visited each one of your blogs, read as much as I can and always find something that moves me or challenges me to keep going.  What a lovely community you are.

I am grateful, so thank you.  Thanks ever so much…


photo: pixabay

Your Name

She heard your name

today in a crowded room


Eyes shifted toward

her watchful for any reaction


Her stomach twisted

threatening to give up its content


Her heart crumbled

beneath the weight of your memory


Her ears deaf

to all after that moment


Their eyes disappointed

at no reaction externally


She is rebuilding

walls you brought down


But today the sound

of your name was crippling


photo: Rio McKee