He frequents her mind





The smell of Lagerfeld

brought your face to the

forefront of my mind today.


The curve of your jaw

cutting into my memories

with a hard jar of realization.


Love dies not without

being smothered or

abandoned in the still quiet


of sorrow…





Her Mr. Big

Marathon watching Sex and the City

recalling the Mr. Big in her life story.


He brought her soul to life each time

he gifted her with his time and presence.


But she was never enough as he chose

others instead over her meager offerings.


So much time she gifted him, she

never became a part of a sisterhood.


How she regrets not finding her

Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda.


How she regrets Mr. Big…


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…


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