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Songs of My Life: March 2017

I’m not sure what the rhyme or reason was behind the music of March. Listening I would feel the theme would be “X” and then a song and half later, I’d find myself saying, “no it’s Y”. So I am just going with here are 15 songs that represent me at various points of March…

Is there No Standard Anymore?

As Pantera sang in, “Walk” … is there no standard anymore? Well, truth be told yes but also no. This post is for all the dads out there with little girls or even teen girls. A bit of wisdom from a daughter who was reminded of standards on a rainy autumn night. To the Dads ‪I…

A Ghost in the Raindrop

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by all but only seen when it falls A ghost in the raindrop Tears down wicked walls Unheard at all but only heard when it hits on tin A ghost in the raindrop Collects in the cracks of walls Unfelt by all but…

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February Haikus

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather enjoy this writing exercise. Some move me while some are not so great but I’m writing every day and that’s all that really matters to me. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re…

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Songs of My Life: February 2017

In my journal, I made myself answer the question: What is right about me that I’m not getting? One of the answers that stood out the most was this: “I’m a person with depression and anxieties but I don’t let that stop me from living and experiencing life or loving someone.” Life isn’t packaged in a pretty box…

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The Life

The stake through his heart pierced more than the depths of his soul, it pieced together all of his past lives to this one. Every forgotten memory rushed before his eyes. A Viking warrior, a pauper on the streets, a jungle ant, and so many more flashes of his past but what hurt him was…

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Don’t Blink

     Staring at the cream wall in front of her, tears streamed down her face. She was losing her mind. No. She wasn’t losing her mind. She was losing memories of him. She felt each memory slip away as it slid down her cheeks. She was afraid if she blinked that another memory would…