I am forced to sit in the unpleasant, unfamiliar silence and hear myself calling. “Lady, so pleased to meet you. Take a load off.…
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Sifting through blog posts working backwards I found this. Family memories shift and time changes but the love can never be deleted and a home not a…
Leave a CommentFrom time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive…
2 Comments“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of…
3 CommentsI couldn’t resist responding to the lovely Carol Adriana Estrella‘s post on Facebook this morning. “Doing a small survey: What are your first thoughts when you hear…
Leave a Comment“The vast landscape was never ours to begin with, we are all tenants of the same good earth. Surrounded by the enchanting tourist attractions, one forgets.…
Leave a CommentWoke up to a flooded basement (only a little), and a head that feels like it’s in a vice-grip. I have taken half a Benadryl, Alka-Seltzer and…
Leave a CommentI felt like this today. You don’t need to hear about the numbness, excruciating pain, overwhelming anxiety, residual anxiety, paranoia, dizziness or that I prayed to…
7 Comments“As an artist do I need constant flux to create? How will I find words in the woods surrounded by trees and rotten cornfields?…
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