Life is so sweet. There is so much to do and, it seems, so little time. As I age, time slips by so quickly; it’s almost frightening. Will I ever get to do the things I want to do before I die? Will I see my grandchildren and watch them grow?
Not everyone we meet will remain in our lives. Some people come into our lives for a short time to show us a different perspective, to show us kindness and to remind us who we want to be. And, to bring out the song in our hearts.
In the worst of this mess
To find it: This isness
Instead of communicating
With a chasing and constant dizziness
Of always wondering
Why there is a sense between me and other of trashy stickiness
And scratchy itchiness
And patchy frizziness
And unfinished business
Between truth and fiction
Just when I thought I could turn the corner, have a good day, not cry and clutch at my heart for even one whole hour, a day or even a week……..sometimes, like being t-boned at an intersection, I do not even see it coming.
My childhood Sundays of white linen-clad tables abundant with food and wine; adults with kids on their laps, laughing and talking for hours are long gone. Modern life, with shopping and working available at all hours also has our families spread around the world with little time to visit.
Over the years, it puzzled me – despite having a positive online and print presence – I’d never won any awards or writing contests.
I’d like to show how anyone interested in creative thinking can benefit from a simple life skill approach.
As I attempt to date in the middle of a pandemic, I wonder: What does it mean to be a sexually empowered woman? And is women’s newfound sexual liberation actually empowering? This article discusses the nuances of women’s sexuality, inviting readers to reflect on their own relationship to sex.
It was like being in boot camp for old rockers, trying to keep up with her. And just like Penny Lane in the movie, Al seemed to know her way around the place.
…he wrote down on a whiteboard his love for us both: his “brothers.” From the lips of a dying man, I wondered… did we deserve this honour?