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Life Is Like This

Biting, the sun’s brilliance – set against a cornflower blue sky – competes with the mustard gold, tangerine orange and chartreuse leaves, shimmering in the breeze the vividness of colours, too sharp for just awakened eyes, begs retreat. I contemplate what I have witnessed, think life is like this: too […]

RV-Able: Creating a Home

Gone are the wooden window valances draped in heavy material of sage green and burnt orange.  Gone are the matching upholstered dining chairs and the butterfly table.  Gone is the small J-couch that once blocked the large picture windows on the passenger’s side of the coach.  We are renovating. Since […]

Why Write Poetry

First, a disclaimer:  I am in no way an authority on poetry; it is just something I happen to do… a lot.  In fact, my original blog, One Woman’s Quest, is dedicated to my poetic escapades. A cancer scare prompted me to start writing a blog in the first place […]

Pumped Up

Originally posted on Behind the White Coat:
“Well, you see… I was benching 300 pounds and felt something give in my right shoulder. It’s been hurting ever since.” “How long ago was this?” “Um.” He searched his memory. “Three months ago? Maybe longer.” He shrugged, then winced. “Why the hell…

Glue: A Dream Perspective

(Sometimes, the best way to approach dream interpretation is to retell the dream from a different character’s perspective.  What follows is just that.  The ‘she’ referred to is the ego self.  To gain further insight, I also wrote a poem, simply titled “Glue”.) How can I justify this current state […]

Distraught? Pause

Yesterday, I was ready to give up – on everything.  I was convinced that my husband’s distraction meant he didn’t love me and that our marriage was coming to an end.  I  panicked to think that we are planning to leave home and I will be cut off from family.  […]

Set Standards, Not Expectations

Father worked six days a week, and with the exception of Saturday, was gone from 7:30 am to 10:30 pm.  Sundays were reserved for family day:  usually church, visiting, and a formal dinner.  He could be fun at times, but typically he was tyrannical – angry and critical – calling […]

Aversion to Discord

Permanence is not a quality of harmony.  Can’t understand why I should ever hope for such a thing, yet here I am disappointed again, disagreement having chipped away at momentary bliss. Must have been born to please; born not with the usual film of childbirth, but with a bluish red […]