We are not Major Tom & There is no Ground Control

Our human brains are fragile, our thoughts delicate. We bruise easily and the wounds can fester. Scars form providing a protective barrier against further harm. It is when these scars turn into Keloids that we must begin to worry.

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Our Little Glass

As humans, we have a strong connection to our pets. We become emotionally attached and make them a part of the family. They become our companions, our best friends, our children. We spend thousands of dollars to spoil them, nurture them, and care for them. This story is […]

Appalled at My Government Policy

I typically stay out of politics. I rarely discuss my viewpoints with anyone. I have no party affiliation and have only voted a handful of times in my adult life. I LOVE my country, I want to make that perfectly clear. But I detest, absolutely detest what my […]

BUT … BUt … But … but …

This one little three letter word carries an immense amount of meaning behind it.  I would but … I am overwhelmed. I can but … rejection would hurt too much. I will but … I hate the thought of it. It can’t hurt but … I don’t think […]

LIFE = A cook in a kitchen

Life tends to be like a cook in a kitchen. The simplest blandest and most tasteless meals are boxed microwave dinners, that take only seconds to make. All the greatest and most delicious meals, take time to simmer for that robust flavor to shine through and start… by […]

Retrospective

Retrospective- Last Daily Prompt Ah… Oh… NOoooo… The very last daily prompt! Such a scary transition into nothingness. The daily prompts have been a huge part of so many blogs. My heart speeds as sweat forms on my forehead. My fingers shake as they press each key while […]

Mosquitos

Thirsty tiny flying, blood sucking vampires Plaguing my little neighborhood right now Clouds and clouds of hungry vicious beasts Day and night, night and day on the prowl Parasites of prey piercing for pleasure Attacking anything that moves or gets in sight Nothing off limits, sacred, left untouched […]

Concrete Walls

The art of destruction Is something well learned The sound of me breaking Has never been heard So take your many secrets And hide them really well Your valentines day is over You’ve got nothing left to sell My concrete walls are sturdy You are never getting in […]