This is the second weekend that I have left the Big House on the hill for the wonders of the city and a room in a friend’s home. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com For the second weekend in a row, the stress and anxiety of the past weeks along remnants of the pandemic have drift …
Let's stop saying those who cry are weak or babies Babies cry to communicate to express what words cannot Tears do not stop their duty when maturity takes hold When other suppress what they should express Some are cursed and blessed with tears That do not obey. Let us stop equating colors with genders that …
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if you have been riding the struggle bus for a week. The bus is not your life. The troubles that plague you are not your life. At the end of the day, your life is made up of so many moments. Good, bad and what the …
I saw a post about love. A meme talking about unconditional love and it triggered my own thoughts on the subject. The gist was that if people can hate blindly then a person can love blindly. As a child, I saw the damage that hate and anger could do to a person. The details aren't …
Yesterday, I kneel and reached into the back of the closet for a bag. One that I placed there when I first moved in. It contains items that I kept from my time with Papi. I found the business card that he gave me at our first lunch date. I didn't know it was a …
Prompt: How to put a fresh twist into a topic that has been super-saturated with books and films? This prompt was given to me by my friend, Peg. Thank you, Peg for saving this week’s blog. The first thing that comes to mind is zombies. American fiction and cinema is obsessed with them. The idea …
I can't undo the unintentional damage I caused and that bothers me. There is a part of me that just wants to find the perfect words to make it all better to explain myself and rebuild that bridge. And that is the part that has been waking me up in the middle of the night and draining my wine supply. It is also responsible for me putting a pen in the sink to be washed.
Expect that you won't know what to do from one moment to the next. Expect that people are going to say stupid things like comparing losing your father to join a club. Expect that you won't be able to sleep or you will over sleep. Expect people to treat you different. Or like nothing at …
When did you first meet grief? Were you a child or adult? Or somewhere in between? My family introduce me to grief in dull funeral home in Ohio, somewhere near Columbus. It didn't touch me. There was no way for it through the stoic ritual containing it. Everyone was appropriately sad but not too sad. No room for a wondering mind to question because there was no one talking about it. We went to the wake, then the funeral and finally a family reunion. So in a matter of 24 hours, I was introduced to grief and then pushed outside to play with distance cousins.
What do you do when the person you've been in a toxic relationship for 16 years dies and you find out a day later? What do you do when for the last ten years that person has kept you as a secret? You cry. The tears seeping out rather than pouring. You tell yourself to …
Lucinda Rose 