Thought Salad

My mind feels still and quiet for a brief moment, like a bird resting on a branch covered in frost, silent in the whiteness of winter. Cut off from others, the unending access of internet and wireless and cellular interrupted for short moments.  Work can not touch me here, no children to monitor. I sit,…

“Oh my god!” Muttering under my breath at the sheer noise bouncing off the wrap tub full of children slippery with bubbles, I had to move my phone to a safer location. I watched the little monsters shriek at each other and alternate hysterical laughter with loud cries at small unjustices about who stole the…

Her hands often rested gently in her lap, holding each other softly as though made of porcelain instead of delicately wrinkled skin.  Often when I passed by, she would be resting with her eyes closed, appearing peaceful in her repose. She was well loved by those around her, and had a strong protector watching over…

I’d like to excuse my ignorance by saying this is my first attempt at blogging, but there was a time in 2006 where I first attempted this style of writing. I remember it was fun, like journaling for others to read, but eventually life got too busy, or I became concerned that others would sue…