A walk through life: learning, growing, sharing.
If I see one more movie where a man saves a helpless girl. One more show that idealizes young love. One more story of success with no regret. One more advertisement insinuating product use is linear with people and things. One more broken child -hungry, sad, alone or abused- locked away in their heads, thinking… Continue reading I see
Cry me a river, sticky and wet. Full of all the things you haven't accomplished yet. Wish for tomorrow, analyze the past. Blame and shame on a broken path. The truth is whatever explains how you feel in the moments that pass. The future is the choice you make to reach for potential at last.
Maybe I need an Alexa. Voice activated, fingertips, serving up moments. Do I need my phone? For ambiance? Where is it? I dont know. I got it. Wiretap, play..this.. Music in the kitchen. Tunes in the bedroom. Romancing, Competence. Free to be me. A moment to relax. Working together to make dinner, love, a life.… Continue reading Alexa, play something…
Subject: My Personal Experience with Abused Children-Anonymous discussion postI worked in education over 20 years. I worked in a classroom as an assistant and as a teacher. Throughout that time, I made several hot line calls. The young children, (under three years) trusted me to keep them safe. Some calls warranted a follow-up. Interviews were conducted. As… Continue reading Child Abuse: A class discussion, explored
The light from the distant stars emulate quietly, embers of my love for the.Burning, pin points in the blackness.Such is thy love in the darkest night. Teetering on the presipus of our lives. A roaring ball of flame, soft as a feather drops, fluid as the rain.Quiet like a lullaby murmured into an infants head.… Continue reading Detective pt 6: Essence
*To whom it may concern: The following does not necessarily depict relationship(s) I currently have/have had. I am not even sure if this will stay in the 'Detective' story line. Most my writings are works in progress. Apparently, I need to post more often. Best Wishes! Will there ever be enough?Will there ever be enough… Continue reading Detective: pt 5 (Dilapidation)*
It was days like this. Days full of drizzly rain. The kind where the Sun never wakes. Wet cold seeps into your bones. Days energy and modivation are nowhere to be found. All she wanted was to be snuggled up close to someone she loved, reading a book with a hot cup of something-or-other. She… Continue reading Detective: pt 4 (Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday)
It occurred to her that she had not fully, unbiasedly, trusted him for a little over a decade, now.Not since the first time he broke her heart. A little voice inside her whispered cautionary tales.Perhaps, the trust was incomplete, in some ways, since the very beginning.She was never one to believe in happy endings. It… Continue reading Detective: pt 3 (Universes)
A number of those issues droned, quietly, in the back of her mind.Patiently waiting their chance to build into a full, painful, memory. All in all, she considered bad memories a sight better than the seamless threads of anxiety that crept in the corners of her mind, greedily awaiting their 15 seconds of fame. Salvating… Continue reading Detective: pt 2 (Feme Fantal)
My life, Now. 
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