This year has been a wild ride so far. There were times during it where I have to admit I wasn't sure what was happening or how it was all going to work out. I had been actively searching for a job throughout last year and the start of this one. It was depressing the… Continue reading Country Girl moves to the City
The phoenix is probably one of my favorite mythical creatures. I can not say it is my top favorite because the mermaid is still number one in my book. In life we can see examples of phoenix everywhere. I admit probably not the bird you have pictured in your mind's eye, but a rising from… Continue reading Phoenix Rises
Ohhh Target… you get me! I don’t know how you know me so well but you do. I have discovered a good portion of people including my boyfriend are unfamiliar with it’s glistening “golden ticket” quality but for me it brings about the nostalgia of Bradlees, Ames, or Caldor. I realize those name drops are… Continue reading Dairy Entry 102: Target you get me
Mermaids have fascinated me since I was a little girl. This is a twist on the traditional story. The photos are from trips I took to local beaches near me. Merman Reflections cast in a mirror But, it's not me I see A girl with hair of gold Eyes like the sea Darkness, shadows in… Continue reading Merman Poem
One of my favorite writers is T.S. Eliot. When I first read his classic The Waste Land I was stunned by the imagery and creativity that he used. The poem was like no other, and in my opinion it still is. His ability to collect thoughts, ideas, music, and memory in a written work made… Continue reading Alzheimer’s (My Homage to The Wasteland)
Many people associate the fall with pumpkins, lattes, and comfy sweaters but the month of October is also National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Typically this month is when I see numerous Breast Cancer “Pink Ribbon” Campaigns. We see pink ribbon memorabilia, donation pink commercials on TV, and walking for awareness. I think very… Continue reading Did You Just Gaslight Me?
In this time of seasonal transformation it seems natural to look inward and observe our own personal "seasons." Change is always there On the horizon Golden gilded hopes of sun To faded wilted petals withered leaves of loss Bowing to the inevitable Defeating slowly they fall The crunch of crushed days Rotting away, to… Continue reading Transitional Beauty Poem