I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord the dark squashes me in broad daylight And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord big moments, big, big grandiose moments important things still waiting, still hoping, oh Lord do you hear me, screaming silent plea Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord faith is a five letter word hard
We only get one heart, happy home. The place where breath comes easy, life’s complexities do not get in the way. It’s absurd to think, I can do it all, right now. You can’t, you won’t. Me, I worry over every single, mundane, idiotic thing. Some hard wiring has no fixing, we learn compromise. Writing is my heart, happy home. It keeps me grounded, sane, a kinder, more compassionate
There is no 31 days Mental Health Awareness month for me. I live with Manic Depression 365 days a year. There are no fancy, frou frou vacations, hefty bonus’, no benefits that come at the end of the year. Your family members do not get a staycation while in your company, they get who they get. Which part of me will take the lead, manic, mean, irritable,
Immersed in the land of Georgia Pine., a glimpse. The mysterious, ethereal image was the first I found. It helps shape the divine character I see in my imagination, so vividly. The cover, a sneak peek. The Vast Landscape sequel, is a steady work in progress. Harrison’s raw, honest beauty carries on, through Georgia Pine. ©Laura Makabresku photography Thank you dear Laura, for sharing, your art, haunting imagery and intimate, emotive, fairytale world. I am honored.
My mama always said, a hand-written note is the politest, most personal form of communication. I tend to agree. By post, the modern-day luxury. In transit.
For all you NOOKers’, The Vast Landscape is available at Barnes and Noble.com. Life. Family. Forever friends. Journey. Escape. Home. Full Circle. The raw, honest, sweet and sour, never give up on love story. http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-vast-landscape-jacqueline-cioffa/1118427721?ean=2940148152170
today is a three-part kind of day I know. I used to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the Village, head-down, unassuming posture. The year was 1995, I was studying acting and a mega fan. My brother saw him on the subway, asked for his autograph for me. He graciously signed a pack of matches, he was kind. Addiction, Mental Illness are merely misfirings, faulty wiring in the brain, that cannot be
Cover Candy Darling.