Have you ever had to ask someone to borrow you money? It is hard to do! Maybe some of the anxiety comes from the feeling of failure, while some may come from the humbling feeling of simply being in need. I am in that position right now. I cannot ask the bank for a loan, … Continue reading Trapped
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Happy Friday Everyone! Another week down in July and another list of great posts below.
The Glory Bower… via @camelliascottage
Heavenly Good Ribs! via @sparkyjen
My Painted Sign, My Protest, My Heart! via @conniewindecker
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Song Lyric Sunday via @carnivalmom
Another “Fill This Out” Thing! via @allisonveneziowrites
The Seed of Resistance via @arwen1968
What NOT to Say to a Literary Agent via @johnrsermon
Things to Know Before Traveling to Greece via @tschureman
Insider Guide: Things to Do in London Bridge via @secretmoona
Famous Sayings #155 — ‘Sacred Cow’ via @shmaltzandmenudo
No Hunting, Except For Horseflies! via @thezenhiker
Otters, bears, and bad photos! via @cathyhudie
Swimsuit Shopping… Ugh!! via @stansellct
I’m Not You via @asewalson
Brand New: Ewube – C’est Toi via @237xclusive
Book Review: “The Mist” Carla Neggers via @roseylinn
NOTE FOR THE DAY 10 via @giganticthoughtbubble
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I have the honor of one of my poems, The Clothesline, being published in Ruchi Acharya's Wingless Dreamer chapbook 2019 "Passionate Penholders!" Out of 1,500+ entries worldwide, my poem made the top 50, and earned publication! I am so thankful and honored. I received my print copy in the mail today, and you can order your copy … Continue reading Big News!
It's tired, that thing that you do. Where you expect me to be just like you. But maybe I think differently, and maybe I feel compassionately, my heart on my sleeve. Why do you think I need to react indifferently, like the way that you do? I'm not you. I'm tired of wandering through. … Continue reading I’m Not You
Vulnerable I listen to regrets of me shattered existence.
I had to start a GoFundMe account to help with medical bills that are making other living expenses hard to afford. I am glad my daughter got the care that was needed, but now life seems unmanageable every month. It is embarrassing asking for money. At almost 40 years old I thought I would be … Continue reading Under Water
Some things are best not spoken about left alone to grow cobwebs and dust. The moments in time that proved to be too much, too heavy, too raw are better left alone. For heads grow heavy and souls grow weak when burdens are too much to bear. It's of these moments we mustn't speak, … Continue reading Don’t Speak
Let's talk about things, unrelated to your favorite topic the subject of you. My day was quite stressful, but you'll hear none of that because your tone is more focused on you and your time. Nothing is as important not anything of mine. Quick as a flash, no hint of it coming, you turn up … Continue reading It’s Not Me, It’s You
The trees seem to speak as they wave in the wind. The branches are broken apart yet they stand. Can they feel emotions as you and I? Do they suffer from heartache, and will they break down and cry? Leaves seem to whisper that they know more than they say. Can they too keep secrets … Continue reading Trees
We joked in the kitchen, sun shining through the window, about how you had a secret life, filled with people only you know. But a dream brought to light secrets that you tried to delete. I kept scrolling and scrolling, uncovering more heinous deceit. Twenty years were a facade? I can only imagine the depths, … Continue reading Secrets
It does not take much for him to be distant and cold, very mad at me. All I have to do is speak my mind, have a different opinion for him to unwind. The blow back is fierce when I've half a smile and act upset even just for a while. Empathy is escaping from … Continue reading I’m Tired
My grandfather died last Friday. I am heartbroken, as he was one of the most influential people in my life. I could go on and on about how loving and strong he was. When I was little, I swore he was actually John Wayne. His name was John after all, and he wore a cowboy … Continue reading It Can’t Rain All The Time
Little was gained in recognition while time moved forward in years. Diligent there was a purpose, yet followers stayed back with fears. The eerie cloud of most suspicion lies under the blanket of doubt. He strived for greatness anyway not looking to gain any clout. On that day there was a premonition, where doom greatly … Continue reading Premonition
I tend to say things I don't really mean, and in the end I feel rather hopeless. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, and I'm easily hurt, don't you know this? I tend to get nervous around other people, and sometimes I act rather foolish. I tend to self doubt, when compared … Continue reading I Tend To Be Me
Why are we a society of people pleasers? What happened to being able to think for ourselves, and decide what makes us feel happy solely based on it making us happy? Even in the 4th grade I am watching it play out, and I can't help but feel sad for the future of those already … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me What To Do
I had to write a villanelle style poem for my college writing class, and I thought I would share it here. It is about the loss of a very good friend, and the feelings around losing him inspired this piece. (This is my original work, and I own the rights to it) You No Longer … Continue reading You No Longer Know
I raised a human being that has survived on this earth for 17 years. I nurtured and guided a human being from being a helpless newborn to an independent member of society. She is beautiful and smart. She is strong and independent. And somehow I was the one blessed to play the part of her … Continue reading In The Blink Of An Eye
"I don't have any friends!" That is what I have heard this year, more times than I would care to mention, from my youngest daughter, who just turned ten. I have witnessed old friendships fall to the wayside, and I have seen with my own eyes the way these old "friends" treat her at school. … Continue reading We Must Entertain
Sometimes it's better just not to talk. Nothing's ever right, everything is wrong. No look, no tone, is ever enough. Imperfect am I. I've heard it before. I wish I could fall away.