Lighter Sides…

There are currently eight half-finished blogs on my desktop. Yesterday’s made it nine. It should have felt good to finally launch at least one into cyberspace, but it didn't. The result was a one-way conversation in my head that went something like this: “You are SO full of yourself. Way intense. Why do you have …

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Secrets Be Gone

If she had said goodbye once, she had said it a hundred times. She had done it so many times that she fancied herself an expert at leaving, bidding adieu. It had been hard work. There had been wobbles. But she stuck at it, practicing faithfully. Important to note, too, was that she was neither …

Escaping Into A Beautiful World…

Do you ever want to escape, I mean really get away from it all? I sure do. It's not an uncommon thing to want. We all tire of the humdrum in our day-to-day and long for a change. That’s what vacations are for. But what of the bigger stuff, the messy world around us? Where …

Start With The Best Bits…

I notice them every damn day, but today is different. Holding my gaze with mournful stares, I hear plaintive cries of “When will you finish me?” Unfortunately, “I don’t know!” is the best answer I've got. In fairness, their numbers are rising so they’re gaining strength. And, I get the agony. They long to be finished and …

Get A Way…

When I travel, it is with a certain preconception in tow. Call me naïve, even foolish, but I do not pack up a bunch of “what ifs”. Business types would say of me that I am averse to considering a critical risk management strategy which, while I can see why they’d think that, is not …

Her

If I could write a story, one crafted so finely that it would reach into each heart, what one word would stand out within the text? "Her". Through her comes life. In her blood flows the memory of our beginning. In her bones our pain, our joys, and every sorrow fossilize. Her breast brings food …

Your Opinion…

So then. I’m close to finishing up a pretty good blog when I sidestep onto Facebook. “Just for a second”, I tell myself. Nasty habit. Of course, you’d never do that because you’re perfect. Me? Not so much. Whatever, I see the achy-breaky posts from friends, real and virtual, who have been in the throes …

Favoured

I kept looking back at him. Clearly, I couldn’t leave him so turned around. At first, I bent over a bit, looking down and speaking in a half-whisper. That didn’t work. I squatted, then knelt. The pavement felt like ice. Was he breathing? I couldn’t tell. Tears pushed through. I continued speaking softly. “Can you …

Through the Drips…

Had another blog nicely prepared. Was all puffed up about it, too. Felt like I might be on a roll and it felt good. Seconds before I click PUBLISH, however, doubt hits. It’s not that great, really, I tell myself. Too heavy. Too normal. It’s all been said before. I close the computer. Dejected, frustration …

A curse by any other name…

My last blog post was incomplete. Some of them are. It's not intentional. I mean, it’s like this. I get excited about a random idea that seems pretty simple. I start writing, then, boom! Ideas and words and thoughts and more words and more ideas explode onto the page. Before you know it, I’m in …