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I’ve been smoking through my assignments this week. I’m really ahead. I may not finish everything this week, but I will mostly finish every assignment. The thought of just having to go over and refine my assignments for the rest of the semester makes me smile. I’m going to put my garden out next week, paint the living room another shade of yellow (again), and put my floors down next week. I’m so excited about that. No matter what this yellow looks like I’m going to stick with it. It’s actually ...

I caught up with some of my girl friends a few weekends ago and the one thing we all had in common was the phrase “I am so busy” It got me wondering why it is that we are all so time poor these days. We have more time saving devices than I am sure my grandmother would ever have dreamed of, dishwashers, microwaves, washing machines and I could go on and yet I would hazard a guess that we are the generation that will be judged as the most time poor in history.

Is that as women we ...

I'm tired of the constant waiting, the constant wonder, the constant feeling of impending loss.
I'm sick to death of wondering if we'll ever make up for lost time, or if I'll be stuck in this limbo, this endless . . . area in my consciousness that nothing productive ever comes from. I'm tired of missing you, even though I told myself I was glad you're gone. Even though I am almost certain you're never coming back. I wish things could be differently, but deep down I knew this would happen. ...

There is a rock
That still sits in my garden
A playful pun
From a girl I thought I knew
“You rock”
Written in paint
I thought I knew
Our families hated each other
But we hid our love
A real life Romeo and Juliet
Oh I thought I knew
But times have changed
3 years
I finally hear the story
Unplanned pregnancies
And flashing lights
That bottle of pills looked so enticing
It still stands ...

“I can’t!” The waif cried. "They say I’ve got bird bones.”

The soldier grabbed the dirty urchin roughly and shook it until he heard its jaws clicking together. Then he gave the waif a good slap for measure.

“No more whining, you! I don’t think I’ve ever heard a person complain about getting the chance to escape certain death!”

“The others… the others were killed!” The waif fell to the ground, shaking madly in its fear. “I can’t do it, I’m scared- ...