Drunken bodies – silhouettes of adults – ignore posted warnings and locked gates – clumsily scale fences and plunge into dark, their hoots echoing between
The warmth of the sun, nature’s beauty to ponder, the gift of a friend to share in simple moments – these are life’s treasures.
Open to sisterhood, letting my guard down, pledging reliability Just can’t find suitably sparkly holder to house my pragmatism, hate being second-rate when it comes
Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll say “fine”, not because I’m actually “fine” but because “fine” is the only socially acceptable response. If I
A letter came today – an old-fashioned, hand addressed, post delivered, greeting. It’s the second in two weeks – simple messages of encouragement, heartfelt. It’s
Please be warned, if you invite me to share in an issue about which you are overworked, I will involve myself. While you are attempting