Training Wheels and Little Blond Curls #StolenMoments

From 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 emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive. Training Wheels and Little Blond Curls Jacqueline Cioffa 1998

Light of Orbs

Do you believe in signs? I try. I want to. Some days they’re impossible to ignore. I have a funny kind of feeling we’ve been here, lived this place before. Maybe not in the same order, geography or circumstance. I don’t know, maybe not at all says the practical parts to me. I’m pretty sure we won’t remember. I’m quite certain the people I have loved deeply, who have loved me fiercely remain

Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa

Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa THE VAST LANDSCAPE is not a paper book it’s her sacred, dirty little secret, twisted truths, and sweet, silent, young girl, hope-filled, pajama party whisper. The pretty, stubborn, fire red know-it-all, chaotic, poignant, gut-wrenching mess. 50,000 rambling words, the love letter to  her beautiful, chaotic, messy, best-self. A birth, a rebirth, and relentless, acid reflux regurgitating and redemptive truth. The restorative, calm sea breeze breath, choppy, stormy inhale, and liberating, tsunami exhale

Opal

“Because of you, Opal, after decades of hiding in place behind other people’s faces and names, she longed for a space she could belong. Because of you, Opal, X pitied herself a little less. Because of you, Opal, born sparkly, fire beautiful and quartz strong.” GEORGIA PINE