Tag: love

I.C.U.


I need to see her face. She is pale and breathing fast. Darkness colors the hollows under her eyes; not purple, not brown, but some muddy, delicate mix of the two, not unlike some smudged color you would see touted in a new fall palette on sale at Ulta. On the forty minute drive north…

HeartWalkin’ With the Little Guy


So me and the little guy are going to do the HeartWalk this year.   I’d appreciate it if you’d take a peek at the link and donate if you’re inclined.  Small amounts are welcomed just as much as big ones 🙂 Donation Link I’ve never been good at this kind of thing, unless there…

Sacrifice?


What does that word really mean?  The technical meaning is to slaughter an animal, or to offer a person or possession to the Almighty.  Yet I have heard that word related to what I am about to embark upon; the taking on of a six-year-old boy to raise for a while, to help untangle a…

Floundering for Words


I always have words.  Words to write, words to say when given a chance.  And I am full of them now too – well, thoughts actually would be more accurate. What does one write on a death anniversary, when writing is simply what one does? Does it make others uncomfortable? I don’t know too many…

Gift From a Dog


There are days when being a responsible adult just drains you. Yesterday was one of those for me. A storm had taken out my primary internet on Sunday. This means all day in the office, rather than a half day in and then finishing up my work at home.  This means no tadpole kissy faces…

Cloudburst


Some days you have retrograde reflections, instead of retrograde amnesia.  Small insights of what things were back some other time.  We always think of what it is like to live with another, knowing their thoughts, their faults, habits good and bad.  Rarely do we look at what it is like to live with us; how it…

7.25.14 Friday Frivolous Foolishness


Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s Friday 🙂  You get only a small ‘wooT’ out of me because I am plum tuckered out.  International clients were in house for the last four days, so the office was all atwitter and off schedule due to excess meeting-itis, kow-tow-itis and general executive angst. It all ended well, so, you know “All’s well…

Passion, Pleasure and Friendship


…no, no, not that kind. (But you clicked, hah!)   Hey, even *I* know what sells 😉 Last night I actually got off work before dark! While it was a baking, sticky, humid day, the evening turned nicely. I was able to spend time outside, doing a bit of weeding, some sweeping and some soaking…

The rest of the story…


The other day I published a quote of my own.  But in part, it was a lie.  This was the quote: “Sexual abuse in the young creates the neediest people, who will tell you we need nothing; we live that way too.  We are taught by actions that there is no real love; there is no trust,…

Today (a vignette)


Today Today I visited Shanghai in the rain, circumnavigated the mass of people and the vibrant colors of parasols sheltering the dreams dreamt only perhaps in Mandarin, beyond my comprehension, but their beauty I can interpret without a translator. I then traipsed from there to Lebanon, where wearied field workers rested against stacks of wheat…

Stone Cold?


In the not too distant past, a male friend remarked that I am ‘emotionally cold.’  Another said “You are a self-contained package, needing nothing, from all appearances.”  Am I, I wondered? It isn’t the first time that I’ve heard those words; they echo a sentiment my late husband once struck me with during a heartfelt…

Trust.


It is a small word, trust.  Unobtrusive, rather plain.   But it is so important, so vital, to all relationships, be they family, friend or partner. Due to some childhood traumas, by all intents and purposes I should be distrustful.  Instead, I trust with wild abandon.  I give everyone the option to prove me wrong.…

Words, labels and ‘fitting in’


Someone inquired of me in the recent past, “Are you anti-social?”  My response, based on my understanding of the word was “No.”  But it’s been niggling away at the back of my brain since then like a piece of popcorn seed shell can worry you in the gums, and I’ve revisited the question many times…