Tag: prose

  • Shoulders

  • Friday night

    Friday night

    Falling into bed on Friday, I marvel at the changes the years have made. I’ve always loved early bedtimes, but now, Snuggling in the warmth of the bed, with my kittens and kiddos around me, it’s hard to concentrate. My youngest plays his games while I read, but listening to him talk proves hard to…

  • Living in still life

  • Blue Monday

    Blue Monday

    It’s said the third Monday of the year is the saddest. Well I may be bewildered at the time passing, but I’m not sad. It’s February with its fake Hearts and chocolates I think is harder for people, whenJanuary slowly fades away in a haze if ice and snow. Yet to me, things are coming…

  • Saturday night

  • Inner warmth

    Inner warmth

    One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…

  • Sunday memories

  • Road at my back

    Road at my back
  • Humane society brownies

    Pussycat pussycat where are you? Pitbull oh pitbull, you’re pretty cute too And the turtles and bunnies Are so very funny Can I have a kitty? Or a small little pup? I’ll volunteer to feed it Until it grows up I promise to love and walk them too Said every girl And their mommies too

  • Word press weirdness

    This is the first time I’m posting about the site I use to blog, and I’m becoming confused by the weirdness. Sometimes it will not post for days, other times it will post six times. It will occasionally use English to tell me why it hates me, other times it’s a string of error codes…