Sometimes I wonder Why Behind eyelids I see you; like a young child you unknowingly walk away I cry because I miss you I hope innocence saved you from pain like I felt Remember I remember so much, but feel so little Learning to live estranged My hands grope in the darkness for a body… Continue reading Not to be recovered
Category: Writing
Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist
The desk around me is littered with stationary debris. The isolation created by half-walls isn’t lost on me. I feel uninvited as I sit here, a squatter at someone else’s desk, casting about for inspiration. However, I find nothing under the dim lighting beyond the impression of stormy clouds nor can I find anything in… Continue reading Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist
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Warning!
With the utmost love I refer to my youngest son as a demon sent straight from hell to torment me. With that in mind, I can’t afford to be one of those parents who suffers with shame when my child does the unthinkable because I would be continuously ricocheting off the walls of those long… Continue reading Warning!
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Twilight Walkers
My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes of sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their own sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding… Continue reading Twilight Walkers
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Dream a Little Dream
“Mommy I can’t sleep tonight. I’m going to have a bad dream.” The little voice cried from beneath the depths of blankets and stuffed animals. This was quickly becoming a regular occurrence that needed to be curbed. Hmm, I thought to myself as I looked down at the tiny form that was now reaching up… Continue reading Dream a Little Dream
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Horrified by Cheese Cake
It all started with my husband’s request for a birthday cake. “Yuck, CHEESE cake” My oldest son screamed. He was horrified. I could see his mind trying to fit together the idea of a moist spongy cake with that of all the various types of cheese that he was familiar with: cheese slices, melted cheese… Continue reading Horrified by Cheese Cake
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Balloon Children
We didn’t object to being sent to her house. Her front door had a silhouette of a woman holding balloon strings and floating. Her house was pristine, not a child’s environment. She ushered us toward a door that had a silhouette of children holding balloons and floating. “Off we go,” she said as she opened… Continue reading Balloon Children
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Don’t Leave Me Out
It was another of those Cat in the Hat kind of days where we were stuck in the house with “Thing 1” and “Thing 2.” We needed something to do so I got everything ready to make a picture for my younger son’s bedroom. A side note here: My younger son had a large white… Continue reading Don’t Leave Me Out
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Raising Boy: The Penis Chronicles Presents Those Questions
We have had the penis and vagina talk: boys have a penis and girls have a vagina. My older boy knows that babies grow in mommy’s tummies. However, he had never inquired about how the baby got into or out of mommy’s tummy. I was content to leave those details out of the picture. At… Continue reading Raising Boy: The Penis Chronicles Presents Those Questions
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Persistent
I stood at the bottom struggling with the weighted emptiness, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away. The silence that surrounded me was oppressive. I was alone in the anxiety ridden basement of my mind holding hands with feelings of despondency, dejection, and dulled responses to anything within the outside world. By Shari Marshall -… Continue reading Persistent
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 