Personal Space

I’ve often marveled at people who took the time (and had the patience) to learn how to juggle. It’s fun to watch, and at one point in my life, I thought it looked easy enough to learn. It wasn’t. Fast forward a few decades and sprinkle a little perspective into life and I realized that…

A Slice of Happiness & A Sliver of My Broken Heart

Last night I had two glasses of wine, and I never weed and wine, so I went to bed remarkably sober. As I laid there, I attempted a short meditation, unassisted by weed. Some would call this praying, so I suppose that’s what I did. As with any call for assistance, I asked for some…

The Adulteress

Continuing to write fiction…one day at a time.  If I were a different type of person, I could likely find a reason for such treason. I could blame my parents for being too strict, perhaps, in some cosmic sense, I’m to pay for the sins of my father…and maybe even the sins of my mother….

New Fiction

I’ve decided to start writing again…I don’t really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it’s because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go…again.  “I am an adulteress.” I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for…

The Witching Hour Was Active Last Night…

My subconscious kept feeding me thoughts in the wee hours of the morning. They were simple, yet poignant. Halloween approaches, the veil between the worlds is getting thinner.