We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
And take it eeeeeasy….
We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
And take it eeeeeasy….
After exploring the recesses of this brain, three tiny poems need released. By the time I write those, I will have two more bubbling about
It is rare indeed when the person who hurt you happens to be the person who heals you.
Lots of thoughts this morning to choose from after literally one of the best and one of the worst weekends at the same time. The thought that keeps bubbling to … Continue reading Monday Musings
On the 15th of October, around 10:25 a.m., I’ll be observing an anniversary of sorts that only a select group of people can fully comprehend and connect with. And one that only I internalize.
From the time you stop counting the minutes between your spouse’s last breaths of earthly oxygen (I stopped at 7 minutes and 23 seconds before I called my dad to my husband’s hospice bed in the dining room to help me count), shit gets real…real fast.
Dear two bikers coming down the big hill at Battelle Darby Creek, as you rounded the path that parallels the creek itself: