I love art as much as writing, and when the world feels dark, I get out my paper and colored pencils and draw while listening to music. When my husband and I were going through a divorce, journaling is what got me through that..
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Mr. Trump, It is difficult to write to someone you don't really know, other than through the media. However, I have watched you in the White House over the past four years, and I have a few ideas about what you are about and who you are.
What Color Are Your Glasses Today?
Patty watched as Sally skipped down the path, and patiently waited for her to get closer. When she did, Patty got up and began skipping next to her. Sally had thick curly hair so her face was not seen very well, and because Patty was curious about the day, she asked Sally what color glasses she was wearing. Sally slowed down and turned toward Patty with a big smile on her face. I am wearing rose colored glasses today, Patty, so take a big breath and smile! Then Sally went skipping along on her own way while Patty stood there and tried to figure out what Sally had meant.
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We all want to look our best, flaunting thick hair, clear, pore-free skin without any wrinkles. We long to have thin hips, a small waist and breasts that are high and firm. But, unfortunately most of us are stuck with a less than perfect face and body. Time limitations, work, family obligations, and little time for ourselves causes stress which shows on our faces and bodies. We get bellies in the front and big, round butts in the back from too much sitting in a day. Cellulite begins to form everywhere and it is hard to get rid of once it's there. The skin on our faces is sallow and drawn. Lines begin to form around our eyes and mouth. Either dark circles or puffiness starts to blur the beauty that was once your eyes.
Cinderella and the Cruise
My mother and I referred to him, my partner Ethan, as "disco Danny" because he always wore the traditional disco clothes and thought he was John Travolta. He was very full of himself, and when we would go out dancing together his favorite thing to do was find a pretty girl in the crowd and then inform me he should be with her. I wasn't allowed to drive, take the bus, work, and when I went to the store I had to give him the receipt and change and it better all be there.
124 Christa Drive
The clock chimed ten times and I knew by the late hour that my husband, Eddy, would not be home until very late, and most likely a bit inebriated from a long evening of drinking. It worried me when he drank and drove home, but he ignored my fears and kept doing it. My computer dinged and I looked down to see a little figure bent over with laughter. It was my online friend, Jesse, and he was my constant companion in the evenings lately. Eddy would leave for the lodge right after dinner and once I did the dishes and settled in for the night, Jesse and I would talk until we were both tired.
Do You Need A Ride?
I slowed down as I pulled into my apartment complex, glad that the next day was Friday because the week had taken its toll on me. The engine in my aging Ford grinded ever so slightly and the front of the car shook a little when I pulled the key out of the ignition. It was a good old car and all I could really afford right now. Mustard yellow with a bit of rust, but it started every morning.
Keep On Playing!
The above music was played in the Stephen King movie "The Stand", and I'm not sure how many of you are Stephen King junkies like I am, but if you are not, then I will give you a brief explanation. The Stand, is a story about good and evil, and about how a deadly virus escapes from a lab and begins infecting people all over the United States, and the panic and survival that ensues. I won't tell the rest of the story because it's a good read and may be something to read now, while we are all still quarantined.
was probably one of the coldest winters I can remember, and the amount of snow that fell on our little lake community was amazing. My roommate, another female about my age, and myself had moved up to Vallecito in the spring of the preceding year. Spring through Autumn at Vallecito, CO are beautiful, but the winters can be brutal. This one in particular still stands out in my mind.