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I miss my mind. I miss my firm, former body that didn’t hang down, jiggle, wiggle or rebel against me at every turn. I miss one of my breasts. I miss good posture. I miss a day of shopping without … Continue reading
I miss my mind. I miss my firm, former body that didn’t hang down, jiggle, wiggle or rebel against me at every turn. I miss one of my breasts. I miss good posture. I miss a day of shopping without … Continue reading
If you have never seen an inch worm, I would imagine you have seen a child’s toy that looks like one and captures the same odd forward motion of one. They have a way of thrusting forward slightly then humping … Continue reading
Winston Churchill often referred to the black dog being upon him, meaning his times of deep depression. He was not the first to use that particular metaphor, as it has been used by other historic figures before him. I feel … Continue reading
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, Hallmark films are so delightful, if you want to sing this song, come along, hum along, sing along. As for me, I love this season and always have, however…We’ll get to that. Funny, but … Continue reading
I know, I know…it doesn’t sound terribly polite coming from a little old lady but darn it, I get tired of polite and often find it therapeutic to just speak my mind. You know those shooting shows where some … Continue reading
Like many of you, my friends, my shell is constantly getting me into trouble. I have always fallen into conflict due to my big mouth, my thoughts and my actions, but somehow, they are easier to deal with than having … Continue reading
The clock is non-judgmental It doesn’t care at all. No thought it gives to me As it stands within the hall. The gold watch on my wrist The alarm clock by the bed, What care they for misery Or … Continue reading
Here in the beautiful Northwest, we have the very helpful presence of the U.S. Coast Guard. At the mouth of the Columbia River the freshwaters of the river can become quite violent when they are met by the salt … Continue reading
SHOPPING FOR COMPASSION My shopping cart is littered with ads Some torn and wasted, Left behind by harried customers Much like me. I pull my shopping list from the pocket of my jacket, It is as usual: eggs, … Continue reading
I’ve often been convinced the spiritual, emotional side of living with chronic illness is just as difficult as living with the pain and the multitude of physical problems. When we’re in good spirits, emotionally high, we can deal with almost … Continue reading