Many times I hear this. “You’re so brave and honest to say what you do. It changes my walk and my perspective. It makes me feel brave.” It’s true I speak plain. I am an open book, most of the time. I can pull in fearful when someone intimidates me and self edit out of …
It’s a whirly wind of an evening and my girl and I are already in our pajamas. She has tired all over her and her first “real” high school finals to study for. We bought our dinner and brought it home to eat cozy on the couch. I stopped at the store and replenished the …
I’m chewing cud over here like a mad cow. It’s what I do. It’s also who I am so I do not apologize. I am a thinker, a writer, a lover of people and what and who they are. I am passionate when I care and sometimes it comes out all wrong and sounds like …
I’m just home from seeing my boy graduate college. It took him seven years but not for not being full of living. He spent a year in Africa in film school, He joined the navy reserves so he could help finance his own college studies. He rode a helicopter and took news footage. The boy …
….said the young soul, looking up at me through black rimmed glasses, thoroughly convinced of the lie. His eyes were wide and his mouth was set firm with the harsh words he’d just heard. He believed them. And he was astonished. “No. He doesn’t.” “YES. He DOES. He TOLD me. I wasn’t supposed to tell …