Love Love Love you, K.
~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!
Our beautiful, gentle Kay.
*****15 Reasons She ( My Sister ) Stayed In An Abusive Marriage*****
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.
~After church today, I’m having everybody over for Better Than Sex Cake w/ Salted Pecans.
Happy Mother’s Day, Darlings!
Love Love Love You. xxx
what you will need
Mother’s Day Better Than Sex Cake w/ Salted Pecans
My darling sister RISES from the grave every. single. day.
~Every morning I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks.—Sarah Ockler, Sisters
Mr. Liverpool’s First Love. Damn Him.
“You don’t know JACK POOP about me, do you?”
Mr. L. looks at me dumbfounded. He’s had this identical look on his face numerous times in our marriage. That look of D U H.
–on my walk today, I kept praying I’d see my sister walk around the corner of these tracks. We’d run to each other and hug and kiss and sit right there in the dirt crying and talking all night long. That’s what I prayed.
–“You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.” —Boyhood