So I found out this week about this guy I used to know committing suicide. He hung himself in the storage unit for Shakespeare at Play and the ballet company. I can't say we were friends so to speak, but we certainly knew each other. I played his wife once in Murder Mystery Dinner, and I saw him at all the S@P performances where we would usually talk for a bit. Despite the tragedy of the incident, it wasn't really a surprise to anyone. He had a drinking problem and had attempted to off himself before. ...
Tonight God let me know something as I was rushing out the door with all my things in hand - trying to get out before the future in laws caught the tears in my eyes. I learned that it is not within my right to try and change someone I love, to think I can change someone, or to hope that because that person loves me...ingrained beliefs and feelings he has carried for years will suddenly change. A person has the right to be anyone he wants to be and to think, do, and believe what he will. Who am I ...
I don't want my blog to be known for the number of comments I have received when I have written concerning my health. While I am eternally grateful that each of you has grown concerned for me in my time on LitNet, I would not worry you further. I am going to survive, but regaining my health, short of a miracle, is not going to happen. I have faced my demons, and I scorn them. But is there no story on my blog that catches your imagination? No poem you feel worth a comment or so? I ...
1... the willow tree swayed as the winter cold came quick tremble the leaves did 2... seek the heavens close a cool crisp quiet evening glisten the bright stars 3... passing evening hours collect tomorrow shadows neatly near nowhere 4... tumultuous clouds race past the somber skyline ...
Wait for it, Rich. There's a story coming - no poetry today! Background: I lurk on several sites to monitor Orlando gossip / catch photos. Many members are younger than I am, and have suggested that "after 30 people lose their looks" (this is why, for instance, Orlando isn't as pretty as he once was. It has nothing to do with smoking, drinking too much, staying out all night, and rivaling Bryon in his erotic habits). Needless to say, I am amused by their ...
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