When Cancer happens….
It makes me angry. All of it. I’m pissed about why it’s happening. There are days that I’m focused and grateful and ready and hopeful. There are days that I’m content with the “verdict” as my dad calls it. Sometimes…
ID
You’re everything, I’m not.
All Saints Day.
Yesterday my dad and I went to the cemetery. We cleaned the tombstone. Potted a few flowers. Lit a candle. As we stood there for a few minutes praying, the empty plaque next to my mother’s engraved one was another…
Resignation
I did something today that was very very difficult to do. I was anxious. I was nervous… For years it was good and it was fulfilling. But after much thought, I just had to. I had to let it go.…
The mind
Stories. Stories. Stories…. to share or not to share. That is the question… Yours Truly, Hmmmmm
Missing
Where are You? Where are You?!! Where are You?!!!! Yours Truly, My Soul.
A Letter to…. Dear You;
I needed you to stand up for me. To stand up for our uniqueness. For the unbounded love. For the good in me, and the good in you. I needed you to stand strong, ready to block with a mouth that…
News I don’t want to hear
My father’s tumors have doubled in size. Chimo again. He’s loosing hope, I can see it. He’s aging and weakening. I, too, am feeling drained… Hope is escaping through my fingers. Yours Truly, Sand grains.
My Blessing
My baby is already one month young. A blessing. I call him eagle eyes, for they are deep and focused. He pierces right through me, into my heart. His soul is grand. I feel it. I feel his wonder of…
The Fear of Looking…Back.
She was scared to look. It was right in front of her… But she didn’t dare. Her eyes wondered away from the fear. And when I asked her, “what are you afraid of,” she said she was scared of feeling…
A Midnight Vision.
They both aged. His wrinkles creased when he smiled. And so did hers, though perhaps a bit softer, gentler… He sat still, motionless right across from her. She came closer. They said nothing. She looked into his eyes, took his…
My Son. My Sun.
“My Son, My Sun” I love watching him. In the sun. The warmth on my skin; on his skin. Penetrating rays Wake him. And he begins to move, And twist, and form my belly into disproportional shapes. I love watching him,…