I should’ve known by the way he stood so close to me. By the way he pulled his chair close and put his arm around the back of mine. My Gemini senses tingled – it was a possessive move and blocked my view of the room behind him. I was immediately annoyed and this knee-jerk … Continue reading Just An Echo, On Bittersweet Drive
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Bittersweet Drive – 2nd Installment
July 1997 Yesterday I sat on the beach with my journal and my book, Tales of Burning Love, tanning under the warm California sun. I watched a woman with five children arrive and plant themselves and their belongings about fifteen yards away from me. She spread out the blanket and they all dropped their coverups … Continue reading Bittersweet Drive – 2nd Installment
Bittersweet Drive
The pronouncement was made and there was much anger and yelling and screaming, but strangely, no tears. There were no tears. Seldom were there any tears. The dish rack in the kitchen was wiped from the counter, shattering to the floor. Always, something had to be broken. Hearts were pounding, all of them. One for … Continue reading Bittersweet Drive
‘Twas the Night Before New Year’s
Twas the night before New Year’s What a long year it’s been! As we sigh the sigh-iest of sighs After 364 days in. We had plans for the future For parties, vacations, and things, Holidays and sporting events, The usual joys life brings. Australia had bush fires. Some Royals stepped down. Impeached Donald Trump Was … Continue reading ‘Twas the Night Before New Year’s
Just An Echo
The pronouncement was made and there was much anger and yelling and screaming, but strangely, no tears. There were no tears. Seldom were there any tears. The dish rack in the kitchen was wiped from the counter, shattering to the floor. Always, something had to be broken. Hearts were pounding, all of them. One for … Continue reading Just An Echo
The Tara Chronicles 