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ORANGE Baby

AKA The Crazy Cat Chapter 3 I didn’t want to become the “Cat Lady” of my new neighborhood. I had gotten off on the wrong foot, on day one, with an off-balance dope fiend who lived directly across the street from me. While attempting to acclimate my kitties to their new home, they hadContinueContinue reading “ORANGE Baby”

Orange Baby

AKA: The Crazy Cat Chapter 2 Relocating to Tampa after my Dad had died was a horrible experience. I had run from the house I inherited when my Dad died. I had been primary caregiver for both of my parents; their deaths six years apart left me traumatized. Aching for maternal love, Tampa seemedContinueContinue reading “Orange Baby”

Orange Baby

AKA The Crazy Cat It was a rainy February night, cold for Tampa Bay, when I found the kittens. There were 2, frightened and crying. One came to me readily, I thought it was alone until I heard another faint “mew” from the bushes that lined my front porch. Peering into the darkness, IContinueContinue reading “Orange Baby”

Carl, the Wolf Spider

Am I insane? Does it really matter?

The Work Progresses:

Exhaustion Ensues Very VERY Tired

Floating

The Dance Dance of life never ends Ebbs and flows, comes round again Love, loss, joy, strife Husband dies bereaving wife Child is born, flame ignites Plays, then works, attaining might Dawn rolls into darkest night She loves, in love, loves inspite Many times is love heartbreaking RelentlessContinueContinue reading “Floating”

A Message to Myself

…from a year ago… I have been crying again. here, there everywhere. Are these tears sure indicators of a heart? if indeed they are, is it a good one? A kind one? A redeemable one? Who knows the answer, but my God. I used to think I knew who I was, I thought of myselfContinueContinue reading “A Message to Myself”

Dead Tired

Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,ContinueContinue reading “Dead Tired”