When I take action to control my life, I'm told I'm being manipulative. When they say I do not inform them of my life plans, it means they wanted me to ask their permission. When I decide what I want to do, it's not done against anyone else's will. When I ask for help, I … Continue reading My Harrowing/Hero-ing
When I heard about his death, I knew it wasn't a joke. Yet, like the song, it seemed like he "started a joke that sent the whole world crying..." Oh, Robin, sweet Mr. Williams, I wish that one smile of my own could have kept you alive. But no matter now that I'm not laughing, … Continue reading I’m Not Laughing, But I Will Smile for Robin
I have to admit it, there are times when I do not know if I am the right person to write as an expert on this subject, but this is only because I am not a master, I do not have all the answers, I only have experiences. Yet then, as I think about it, … Continue reading Some Thoughts Before I Write Forward
Sometimes I feel like the softest egg in the basket... Yet somehow I manage to never quite break, I only seem to. My cracks glue back together whenever someone else's cruel remarks are overpowered whenever I remember the kindness and thoughtfulness of you. I have something to confess this week. No matter how bright I … Continue reading Postcard #23: Bad Egg?