Joe works for the CIA. He works in a cubicle with hundreds of other neckties. They work the daily shuffle of papers, the usual spying on foreign leaders, and currently, the Watergate mess that was about to embarrass the lot of them. These men started early and stayed late. There was little time for sleep … More How Coffee Became a Morning Addiction (A creation myth.)
The current Weekly Challenge is song writing or re-writing of an existing song. So here’s my version of Shelter From the Storm by Bob Dylan. Starring so long in shadows with my now sightless eyes What became of me is now hidden in the mountain of lies Twisted and contorted wrapped within my fear … More Forever here.
Calm is not a word that most people would use to describe me. When problems arise, or what I perceive as a problem, I get agitated. Degree of agitation is dependent upon the imposed degree of the problem. Reasons for my agitation would most likely be that I don’t like things messy. I like to … More Calm in the midst of storms
How was it going to go this time? Was he going to look away the entire time again? Was his attorney going to be a complete ass again? I had been uptight all day knowing that we would have to meet again in court. It had been four years since my ex, his attorney, and … More Could the real me, please stand up?
My son had an interesting day at school yesterday. He told me he learned that marriages have a higher percentage of being happy when the woman stays at home and the man goes to work. They are happier because they each have defined roles and this causes less arguing. Having a defined person in charge … More Resurrecting the stay-at-home mom? (A Lost Art, Writing Challenge)
With human contact, comes human stories. Between personal friends and posts made here, I have listened to and read about some difficult journeys in regards to relationships over the last few months. Some are right-smack in the middle of it. Some are in the bitter or angry stage. For some, time has dulled the pain … More Who would you be if?