We each find our own direction, our location, our journey, our ideal. Some of us are born there, some drift there, others migrate while still more feel misplaced through life. What’s my place? A mixture of Old South, Wild West […]
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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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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 […]
Continue reading »At My Right Time
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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