Those three words shooting off the screen blazing a trail to my heart to my guilt to my torment. Those three words lifting me from my burden sending my soul soaring flying high flying free. Those three words written to me to my past to my inner child to my hidden self Those three words … Continue reading Those Three Words
The Sadness Effect
“If I ever become a real artist I’ll make a series of sketches called Sad People. All kinds of people - age, ethnicity, culture - will be represented with the common denominator being a sadness that jumps out at you. Then I’ll have a gallery and people will come…it’ll be like a sad room…a place … Continue reading The Sadness Effect
Mother, May I?
Seven years. It's been seven years since I had some time that could be mine to do with as I please. The routine of my life consisted of pregnancies, depression, births, newborns, infants, toddlers and learning to nap when I got a chance. By the time my daughter turned three, my son was born. We … Continue reading Mother, May I?
How I Stood Up To AMI
I can’t write about AMI magazine and the Weberman case. I can’t go there. But I wanted you to know - anyone who knows me and understands me - that I sent them an e-mail today. Please remove me from your mailing list. I do not wish to write for a magazine such as yours … Continue reading How I Stood Up To AMI
As The Candle Burns
My mother calls and brings it up before I do. “It’s tonight…I’ve been thinking about it…remembering….” I choke back a sob. “Yes. It is tonight. And I’m sad…” I fall apart. I tell her the thoughts I have. She listens, she shares and she hurts with me. I feel something shift. The depression lifts and … Continue reading As The Candle Burns
Colloquially Speaking 