May 26, 2010
~ I wonder if your mother awakened this morning thinking of you. I believe she did. After all, you were her son: the college hockey player, the great musician, the long distant runner, the one with the Master’s Degree.
And once upon a time, it’s hard to imagine, you swam inside her empty womb.
After The Election / Photo by Ronda L.
—–Confession: The election results made me physically and emotionally ill.
I finally had to go to bed, but at 6:00 AM, I ran to the television and saw this:
Our beautiful, gentle Kay.
*****15 Reasons She ( My Sister ) Stayed In An Abusive Marriage*****
“You can’t cage an eagle for long without destroying it.” ― Patricia Briggs
Dedicated to my darling sister, Kay, whom was murdered 6 years ago on May 26 by her estranged husband. I will love you forever and always, until the end of time.
~~~While chatting with the science teacher today, I notice a small plastic bag with a dragonfly inside. Me being me, I pick up the bag to get a closer look. I glare into it like one of those stupid human beings gawking at zoo animals. To be truthful, I detest animals locked up, monkey’s running to and fro from boredom, silverback gorillas stuck behind smeared glass, and the king of the jungle caged up like a trophy.
—-I want to live in the present moment.
Every. Single. Moment.
~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson
I. Am. Somebody.
I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath. At 16 years old, I became her Master Class. And she became my hero.