When they had left he got up and looked up and down the street. It was a beautiful summer night, and the moon was full, casting a warm glow on the tiny neighbourhood. He’d lived in the house with his wife, Margie going on twenty odd years. Why had she ended it without saying good-bye?
My Little Valentine Love
This Valentine’s Day I suppose I will be one lucky woman surrounded by two fabulous men, my husband and of course the one I speak so fondly of. He is a gift that I never thought I would receive, he is love.
Silent Night With Mom and Dad
I start singing Silent Night and my parents listen politely. I am not the best singer in the house but I have heart. As I am singing my father gets up and goes into the kitchen to get himself and my mother a drink.
The Money Game
Mr. O’Toole sat on his couch in his living room looking down the barrel of a thirty-eight special. Mr. Handerman addressed him again, “Mr. Link wants his money and he wants it now, Mr. O’Toole, so unless you want me to unload this chamber in your head you best pay up, now!”
Mom’s Exercise Routine Goes Bad
I think I was in shock that I couldn’t stop this kid on his bike, and then I remember flying through the air. That is when I screamed. Then there was this peaceful moment when I could hear nothing, no birds, no screaming, no kids playing somewhere near the accident there was just this beautiful, peaceful silence.
Trinity
I will miss her dearly, this little puppy that came into our lives so many years ago. To me she will always be that little puppy full of curiosity and joy! The sadness engulfs us now as we mourn her death, but we are remembering all of those wonderful things about her and being thankful that she came into our lives.
The New Kid In Town
It’s not every day that a child is born who changes the way you are living to such a degree and in such a profound way that you have no idea what day it is or what time it is, and you don’t really care.
Lost
Have you ever lost something? An object, I mean – something perhaps that you cherish? I not so long ago lost a book. It was a wonderful book, entitled “Sing Them Home,” by Stephanie Kallos.
The Quest
The Poets – Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Adrianne Rich – sat in the poet’s chair and spoke their poems and rhymed and sang their poems to men and women who clapped or snapped, who thanked the poet for the words.
Oh Jubilation
So she, she has become the music, the swagger, the swing; she is making her way across the room, across an ocean of notes – tap, slide, rock back and forth, to and fro, up and down, below, below the charismatic smile that forms on her face.
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