Snakeoil

Places where dreams go to die… giving up on your dreams… killing dreams… the end of a dream… waking from a dream… so many phrases wrongfully assigned in regards to one word. You see, to live in and of itself, is a dream. So as long as you’re breathing, there is a continuance. All the … Continue reading →

Early

The geese came early this year. They were in odd places where we didn’t ever expect them to be. Sometimes I’d be at a stoplight and one would be standing on the curb, pensively rocking as if waiting for the light to change, just staring at me. There were no ponds or lakes anywhere nearby. … Continue reading →

So glad to be part of Write Hive !

Really looking forward to being on a panel about Writing Authentic Intergenerational stories this year for the Write Hive writing conference with so many other great authors. If you haven’t participated in Write Hive, you should- IT’S FREE! That’s right… a free writing conference! While on the panel, I will be referring to two books … Continue reading →

Tapioca

If you live long enough, your nightmares will become dreams, and they will be your welcome reality. You will embrace the things you shut the door on, having no door left to shut, but only a hole in the side of your wall from the missile with “life” scrawled on it’s side in red crayon. … Continue reading →

back

A comeback is not a go back – Tim Storey During the height of Covid, my husband I were part of the migration to the country. Being a person living with an autoimmune dystrophy, I had to lessen my exposure to the virus. Rather than go to the pool daily for my mobility at the … Continue reading →

Median

I was driving home from walking my dog at the park and stopped at a light. There in the median was a man and a woman bundled in scarves and coats for the cold. She wore her hijab, the wind blowing it over her eyes.At first , I sadly didn’t pay much attention, being American … Continue reading →

Thanks Winding Road Stories & Top Shelf podcast!

Indie authors like myself can’t get the word out without publishers and media people willing to take a chance on them. A big thanks to Winding Road Stories for their coverage of my book Temperatures. If you haven’t checked them out, they have so many amazing authors https://windingroadstories.com/authors And for anyone who might’ve miss Carol … Continue reading →

All

I’m going to forgive you, accept all the apologies that never came and never will. The ones for looking the other way, and also for staring on as it happened, all the times you said “I love you” but I will let her hurt you to keep the peace, (oh all your fucking peace!). Your … Continue reading →

far

I’ve never fallen apart but I’ve damn sure broken down. Only those who love the feel of their eyes closing, air against their necks as they give in, go lightly, will wonder what’s the difference. I’ll tell you- falling is letting go while breaking happens when you’ve tried to hang on, when you’ve toiled, ran … Continue reading →

capsized

When the storm overtakes you, its waves pummeling not only you but your hopes any ideas you had about dreams and finally you capsize, if you’re fortunate enough to see dawn, to wash ashore, feel the abrupt lurching of your vessel meeting land, you will crawl out of the hold, and you will not look … Continue reading →