Some teenage girls have best friends and cliques. I had accomplices. Amanda, was one of my steadfast teen partners in crime. She and I covered a lot of ground in the years we ran together. At any given moment we found ourselves on one end of Long Island or the other and anywhere in between,Continue reading “High heels, a gun, and a bible”
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Nothing quite like a Mother’s love …A slightly different kind of story about a Mom 🖤
Squeezing between bodies as I made my way to the back of the bar, I brushed up against a tall lean figure standing with his back to me. He turned in my direction and as I glanced up I found myself locked into the wild eyed stare of an infamous local legend. I stumbled allContinue reading “Nothing quite like a Mother’s love …A slightly different kind of story about a Mom 🖤”
Let’s go, or maybe let’s stay…Sometimes plans change❣️
“I think I might like to go to Africa on mission someday” I offhandedly told the surgeon whose mobile surgical ministry my church supported. “You should go to a 2nd world country before going to a 3rd” he said. “Perhaps come along to Ecuador in September” he continued. “Yes, I’d love to” was my responseContinue reading “Let’s go, or maybe let’s stay…Sometimes plans change❣️”
🌕 Moonbeams✨Mythes & Madness 💫
I sit in the darkness of my yard. I’m grateful for the warmer air, especially since I fled the house with no coat. The rhythmic hooting of a nearby owl calms me. I am struggling to regain my composure, to slow down my racing thoughts. I want to disappear into the night but the fullContinue reading “🌕 Moonbeams✨Mythes & Madness 💫”
This is not about my mother …oh wait, everything’s about my mother….
I just received an alert reminding me that my annual payment was coming due for my website. It’s been a year. And what a year it has been!! I love acknowledging year anniversaries. I do it constantly. I’m obsessed with all things full circle and enjoy the opportunity to reflect on where I am asContinue reading “This is not about my mother …oh wait, everything’s about my mother….”
Cat Tales 🖤
I’m grieving … I’m grieving a 17 lb black cat named Massacre. A 17 lb black cat who 16 Valentine Days ago was born to a feral park dwelling mama. Massacre and I had something in common… My mother dwelled in the same park and was a bit feral herself. Shortly after this (then) scrawnyContinue reading “Cat Tales 🖤”
Holiday Hell 🎄🔥
If there is indeed an afterlife and if my life of sin should assign me eternal damnation as my ever after, I have a pretty good idea what my personal hot spot will look like. The glow of Hell’s fires will actually be the soft twinkling of holiday lights. The background noise won’t be theContinue reading “Holiday Hell 🎄🔥”
Somewhere in between the dark and the light…
It has been in my nature for a while now to reference the dark vs light quite a bit. I suppose I use it literally, biblically, figuratively, metaphorically, metaphysically…you know, all of the above. I just really like that whole light/dark vibe…I see where it is applicable in so many situations, but if this pastContinue reading “Somewhere in between the dark and the light…”
In “Deanna” wants me 🎶
I say “stories that are mine to tell”, but is this one really mine? Many memories overlap and intersect with someone else’s, but this story does not live in the black and white world of my memory vs theirs, having been created during shared experiences, thus creating a story we both call our own. ThisContinue reading “In “Deanna” wants me 🎶”
Just an old soul trying to get home 🔮⚜️💛
⚜️One last dna tale blogpost..which is actually the first dna tale that I wrote about and shared on my social media. Now having painted the full ancestry result debacle, I’ll wrap it up here with this sweet discovery. As I mentioned in the post before last, I have a deep soul connection with New OrleansContinue reading “Just an old soul trying to get home 🔮⚜️💛”
Seahorses and Sunflowers 🌻 