Buy me a song of tomorrow holding hands with memories listening to the winds in the silence of a rainbow before the breath of dawn kisses the dew on your lips a shadow of my beloved as time becomes, another tomorrow.
Buy me a song of tomorrow holding hands with memories listening to the winds in the silence of a rainbow before the breath of dawn kisses the dew on your lips a shadow of my beloved as time becomes, another tomorrow.
Sometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read this and you’ll hold secrets to my other stories that my pseudonym disguises. And I will not know who you are and that’s unsettling to me. Makes me nervous. (Leap of faith n...
32 years ago today at exactly 5:16 pm God blessed me with a beautiful, healthy 6lb. 9oz, 19" long angel. I named my angel Katherine Elizabeth.She was called Katy from the beginning unless she was in trouble, (which wasn't often), then it was her full name. The look on her sweet face when she heard this was comical in the fact that she couldn't believe what she was hearing and would smile innocently and begin batting her e...
Adrian Gabardo It’s been long since I last wrote to you, but its times like these, when my thoughts are so scrambled that I can’t think straight, that I need to pick up the pen and put these feelings down somewhere. It’s been a long year, very much useless and very eventful. I could tell you all about it, how I’ve cared less and less about my well-being, about my own self, how I can’t keep a relationship going for more th...
I had about five minutes to think this over. Picture this: I’m sitting in the bathroom taking a dump, I have a case of diarrhea and stomach cramping due to having a stomach infection that occurred right after I returned from my trip to Mexico during spring break when I suddenly see a video shared by a Facebook friend. The title reads Things People with Anxiety Want Their Friends to Know. I can’t say I am very concentrated...
I.Depression /dəˈpreSH(ə)n/ noun A mental condition characterized by feelings of severe despondency and dejection, typically also with feelings of inadequacy and guilt, often accompanied by lack of energy and disturbance of appetite and sleep. This is just scraping the surface of depression, because there’s so much more. There always is...
Have you ever seen God?! But I have seen many times!!Now my father is doing absolutely fine but few years ago, that morning around 5.45 AM, I got a phone call from my cousin who said my father is sick. What could happen to a person with whom I talked, in fact, debated on various topics hardly 6 hours ago? He was fine then.Must be "Heart attack" I guessed much before her confirmation. "We are yet to talk to doctors, but we...
EARLY SUMMER, 2013 This was simply too awesome to really comprehend. I just couldn't believe that it was finally me instead of someone else as it usually was. It had always been stories of good fortune happening to everyone else. The kind you see on TV, videos on the internet and every form of social media. However, you’re never the one experiencing it, right? I mean, what could a person even compare this to? Maybe gettin...
Rachel You were always with us Bossing and watching Fussing and giving your love Threatening to tell Honey If I didn't agree You were more than a friend More than family Then one afternoon A drunk driver took your life Just going for a walk you said I should've gone with you I am sorry You left your spirit with us Your laughter and your ways You were and always will be Part of our lives In every wayKnow that when you loo...
I remember the barking and howling of the dogs. Not the average, neighborhood dog that barks at the mailman and has somehow gotten off of its chain, but wild, feral dogs. Never seen, only heard. Dark town and villages with no lights on anywhere; clouds in front of the moon making it so I literally cannot see my hand an inch in front of my face. The sand blowing in my nose and mouth, making breathing hard and smells imposs...
Fishing the Assunpink One of my favorite times of the year when I was younger was, no surprise, summer. School was out: I didn’t have to worry about homework, grades, or any projects for at least two glorious months. Since both of my parents worked, my parents had an arrangement with my maternal grandparents. My mother would drop my brother and me off at their house in the morning, then make the 10 minute commute to Merce...
My Memories of My Mother I lost my life long best friend who was also my mother in March 2013. The memories I have of Mom go from laughter and sorrow to tears and anger but because she was my best friend and emotional supporter I want to concentrate only on the good. At the age of seven, I lost my functional hearing for speech discrimination. Mom was right there encouraging me to be what I want to be. She always told me t...
I grew up in a pessimistic family where my parents imagine the worst outcome in a situation and that outcome would always turn out to be true. At first I thought they were psychic and that they predicted the future but that thought went away as quickly as it came. It wasn't until I started to have negative thoughts myself, that things started to go out of control. When I started middle school, people started to bully me....
I have a granddaughter who will be thirteen this year. We were sitting at her kitchen table the other day talking about school, boys and her friends. We have some very open and frank discussions. I do not believe in hiding the truth when it comes to my grandchildren. “Grandpa, what was your first kiss like? Was it spectacular? Did it rock your world? Was it with Nana?” “Claire, my first kiss was over 50 years ago. Do you...
For the first ten years of my life, I lived in a Sears and Roebuck ‘mail order’ frame house built by my grandfather, a carpenter who died before I was born. While I was but a wee, callow youth, maybe three, my father took it upon himself to put a new ceiling in the middle bedroom of this house. When the project was finished, he posed his lovely wife and snot-nosed son on the carefully made-up bed under the new ceiling and...