This morning I dreamed of an old memory--a woman I have long forgotten. At twenty-two years old, I watched over an elderly woman during her last month of life. She reminded me of my grandmother who died of cancer when I was nine. The morphine in my grandmother's system made her irresponsive conversationally but not … Continue reading Dreams and Old Memories
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Wishes are those conversations that no one plans to make a reality. The person who says, "Wouldn't this be a great idea?" Except this person has those ideas twenty times a day. Wishes are okay as long as one realizes that they are indeed wishes. I used to want to be a figure skater and … Continue reading Wishes
Her name was Agatha. Agatha was raised in the midwest. She was poor with a small family who sold cherries when they were in season. Agatha went door to door late into the night asking people to buy her cherries. She was exceptionally beautiful for her age. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes … Continue reading Agatha, The Unknown Artist
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When my brother died, I screamed everywhere. I screamed in my car, my house, anywhere I could and for up to an hour at a time. I read the memoir, "Once More we Saw Stars," and felt a companionship to the writer as he described his screaming sessions after he lost his two year old … Continue reading He Died on a Bed.
“Talk to me," he brushed the hair out of her face. She looked down, “No, you can never know.” He reached out to hold her but she pulled away. “ I don’t know what to do for you, I never knew how to make you happy.” Tears formed in his eyes, she could hear the … Continue reading Red Lipstick
At the end of your life, a few will suffer. The earth spins, it moves. It doesn't care who is sad for those who are left behind. Grief is one of those emotions that sticks to the attached while the unattached go gloriously about their day. A sticky attachment. And for all of this attachment, … Continue reading Sticky-Attach-ments
Two ladies grabbed the girls and took them to the back of the restaurant. Danny raged at Mary. He got so close to her face that the breath of his fries hit the tip of Mary's nose. She didn't budge. His anger pulsated through her body, she ignored the fear. "Danny if you hit me, … Continue reading Danny’s Tomb part 2
He went off. There is no other way to say it, he lost his mind completely. He stood up from his chair, “We’re leaving, we’re leaving, come on girls we’re going.” “No you can’t,” she screamed. “You can’t take them.” The girls were crying now. Danny seized one of their arms, Mary pulled them back … Continue reading Danny’s Tomb
Randall had the best luck. I liked to tell him God was watching over him even if he didn’t believe it. He could get out of more trouble than anyone I knew. The amount of times he burned his credit with careless mistakes like not paying for a phone bill and yet he still found … Continue reading Lewis and Louise Part 4
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