Prosperity. That’s the word the screen suggested as my next word when I wrote “An Afflicted Poem.” A Droid in recovery? Well, maybe one who mimics, who has become aware of my choices, of my thought waves. Scary. But as […]
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Holy Hideaway
Pleasing people all day long, seeing to your needs, ignoring mine. Cooking, cleaning, errand running, taxi driver, arbiter, beautician, laundress, seamstress, teacher, Jill-of-all-trades. I’m at your service, here to please. The source of comfort, shoulder to cry on, cheerleader, companion, […]
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What do you do with a food plan? Follow it. What does that mean? To travel behind go after come after. Does that mean you first set the plan? That you have a specific list, a way to test, a […]
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Sometimes I hate I was about sixty when I found OA, that I missed the years when my family was young, that I failed to raise my sons in a household that knew serenity. Sometimes I chide myself for knowing […]
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I can hold it together, put my best face forward, make it in this world until I can’t. I can convince people I know what I’m doing, hold the lead, be a star until I can’t. I can fit into society, […]
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