This morning finds me somewhat frustrated by my husband’s,closed off quiet-ish habit of internalizing worry(as men do) which leaves one feeling a little outside looking in, unable to hear the presentconversationand offer softening reason and supporta very Venus and Mars…
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It is interesting reading about children of alcoholics (being one myself)and its effect on one’s development andcharacteron one’s whole life’s telling and also strangely being at this age of life (thoughtful, introspective, no longer so very young)and witnessing first hand…
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because I am a reader, a thinker, a listener and I hope, a learner because I am a writer (in my own small way and said in my inside voice) because I am a nurturer, a feeler and a person…
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Today I am writing words in my head far too many at once all milling around, brushing past in flashes bumping into each other a song I have recently discovered has carved its place in my heart the words and…
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This morning first thing, I’m standing at the kitchen sink to brush my teeth, (yes, I am indeed a little strange) I look out the window at the trumpet vine and up into the pine tree and I marvel at…
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This morning while out on some errands we stop to fill up on gas as my husband gets out to pump I sit and watch, as the breeze gathers all of the wishes it can muster from the nearby field…
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My husband is up early, by the time I come down the stairs he is already outside rooting things up in the garden while I, feeling quite tired this week relish a bit of a lie in and a day…
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