Monthly Archives: September 2018

The times had become to much and I knew it. Digging through a cupboard I hoped there would be a roll, a piece, something of its sort left. Finally I saw it, a little remnant, but that would  work, that was all I needed, a remnant. Unrolling the small piece of wall paper, I treated it like a blueprint. I began to list and circle the storms that had catastophically entered onto the shores of my heart.     Storms…..

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  you may not understand it all, neither do i.  but i know it is true because my friend john told me and he doesn’t lie. my mom paints and cleans my room and takes care of me, but i told her someday it will be different. she won’t  need this ladder, or a vacuum cleaner everyday or windex. i know because john teaches it to me. there was a death and my moms earth and heaven passed away. but…..

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As my friend Kathy and I were talking on the phone she was painting her living room. My computer was having a glitch of a day and wouldn’t let me write any stories. I was hoping Kathy knew the solution to glitches and we’d both quickly be on our way to painting and stories. All her suggestions I had already tried with no success.  She suggested that maybe the timing was wrong. To set aside the story and try later, reasons…..

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