—Once upon a time, I worked as a black jack dealer for Carnival Cruise Lines. It was during the insanely wild, craaaaazy, big- haired, aqua-netted, charcoal eyed, Purple Rain, Like a Virgin days, and I had the time of my life.
- Love with my entire core, organs, and soul ( even people who irritate me wildly. Wow, that’s hard)
What do you do when you discover written words that excite you, cause you to reflect, and make you say aloud, “I get what she’s saying here. I identify. I’ve been there. I’m not alone in this crazy world.”
—–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:
~I am pleased to have my poem, You Rise, published on FEMININE COLLECTIVE today.
I fell upon this beautiful, empowering site about a year ago. The stories, intellect, insight, support, and poetry about women exuberate me. I suggest you check out more of the work on their pages!
In July, I’m reflective and mindful. Philosophical. A little Zen-ish.
I’m homesick even when I’m sitting on my own couch, lounging in my own house.