Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
Dear Mom-ster, Happy second Sunday in May. I know you hate to be reminded that you are a mother, and despise all holidays, especially Mother’s Day, but I thought I’d write you just the same. I’m sure you have read some, if not all, of my writings about you by now, thanks to my ex-husband. If there is one thing that you’ve taught me, it’s that you should always keep your nose clean and nothing will come back to haunt you. I’m no saint, Mom-ster,…
Read MoreI am very distracted today. I cannot seem to focus on my writing that I came here to work on – all I want to do is sit here and people watch in this coffeehouse that has become my home every Saturday. From the cute little college alterna-chicks in their funky outfits to the group of men bicyclists that just walked in, dressed in their tight-in-all-the-right-places biker shorts. It’s a cacophony of visual and aural delights. Yes indeed, today is all about distraction from my writing projects.…
Read MoreSometimes you think you know someone But the someone you know Is a LiE For years Blinded ToNs of LieS & DeCeiT Then one day You open your eyes to The TruTh & it is blinding almost consuming & you feel as if you are going to die with the iLLuSioN & the hand that grabs you back up into ReALitY is your own [ForGivEneSS] I’ve come to realize WaiTinG for an apology from any of them…
Read More
