I woke from the dream disoriented and afraid. Like no other dream I could remember, it was so real and still so surreal. I reached for the pen and notepad I keep at my bedside with the intention of writing down the details before all recollection of the night vision was lost. Only the pad … Continue reading Dreamland
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A string of prayers
I love the smell of antique stores. The sweet musty scent of time and mystery. Stepping inside the old, ramshackle house I instantly felt that tingle of anticipation. There was a treasure here waiting to find me. Wandering through the crowded rooms of cedar and mahogany furniture, and tapestry covered divans, I ran my fingers … Continue reading A string of prayers
Dear mother
Her heart monitor beeps were in sync with the pain that radiated through her body. The slightest movement sent electric shocks through every nerve. Shallow breaths were all she could stand, the ache keeping her just at the brink of consciousness. If she could have spoken, she would have begged for mercy, a released from … Continue reading Dear mother
Baby it’s cold outside
In the mornings, I pad around the house in thick wool socks. Shoes make my aching feet hurt all the more, the cold playing havoc with my arthritic joints. Flannel pants keep my legs warm long enough to make it to the living room couch where fleece blankets wait for me to wrap around my freezing … Continue reading Baby it’s cold outside
Lost
By my third loop through the house ~ bedroom. bathroom, laundry room, living room, kitchen ~ I had progressed from confused to annoyed to down right pissed. This frantic forgetfulness happened far too often, but in no other aspect of my life. I can remember names and faces. I can recall minutia from three weeks ago that … Continue reading Lost
Leftovers
A crockpot simmers on the kitchen counter, its lid rattling under the built up pressure of steam, filling the room with the rich aroma of apples, cinnamon and oranges. Mulled cider being the drink of choice while packing Christmas decorations to go back into the attic. Stacks of opaque plastic bins stand at attention in … Continue reading Leftovers
Thin spiral notebook 