Prose; brought to my knees


“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.”― Abraham Lincoln Sometimes memories go deeply away into the unconscious like a rabid dragon. But sometimes they rear their grotesque head …

Essay; Sad and Sorry…Pivoted


I was just, in the flow of things, feeling sad and sorry today thinking about the fact that we are heading into the Memorial Day weekend and I am mate-less because he died March 13th.  That could make you feel sorry for me in and of itself, especially since he was my soul mate but …

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