...this is for that special someone who thought their cries were never heard... alongside a blue river flowing concealed and unexplored secretly exists a dwelling built on granite clouds a colony of abandoned, unwanted and rejected left by the roadside the undesirable dropped in the trash of ill-timed buried and hidden by the corrupt rejected for unknown ...
I've been married for just over 33 years. It was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I guess I could say that having my children was the best, but without my partner, that wouldn't have happened. Actually, I don't believe that anything good would have happened. He's made it possible to have the life I have. Now, that doesn't mean that we haven't had our ups and downs. The first few years, maybe 15!, we had a lot of downs. But the ups have always outweighted the downs. We used to fight ...
I've felt the need in the past few days to tell a story that is very close to my heart and has claimed its own little bit of me. It is a story of my mother's parents and their place, or lack there of, in my life. I seek neither pity or absolution in the telling, so please do not feel the need for either. The story is a series of mistakes from all people and one that really just ended in tragedy. I have no memory of my mother's parents from my childhood. The reason is that ...
Work was so easy. All I did was bag. I had some new girl shadowing me so I just let her get straight on. She did good...all I did was stand around and look pretty. Has anyone read Socrates Cafe? My AP-Biology teacher talked to us about it last year...she's kinda like a hippy, philosophy, science, artsy lady. Pretty cool. Well anyways, I've decided to make a Socrates Cafe Club at my school. They don't have anything like it and I think its about time there was one. I'm ...
Note: This was posted on this site (somewhere) but the content fits here in this "story" I am telling. So for those of you who have seen it before...oh well I was born on a dark moon in October of 1956. The year I turned four my parents, my baby brother and I lived in small green house somewhere north of Pittsburgh. Our house was one of three on a hillside. The three perched in a clearing cut from the surrounding timber. There were evergreen shrubs around the foundations ...
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