This is going to be a mini-post. Nothing more than a string of thoughts binding together an experience yet to come. This morning, I start the school year again. Things have changed and they have stayed the same. I am nervous and comfortable at this point with the first day of school. I have prepared …
Several of my friends are moving. New homes and new starts. That's what I think of moving. A chance to begin again even if nothing else is changing. Changing your most intimate spaces can bring the breath of fresh air that a life needs. There is a part of me that has been discontent for …
What words to write today? What mysteries to explore and unravel as I click and clack at the keyboard? This is 300th post that I have published on this blog. Many more have been written. Some of them are just waiting for the right moment, for others their moment passed before I was able to …
All the kittens have homes and my days in the rescue games are over, for the time being. I simply don't have the time or the money to continue. I will help out by contributing when I can by donating to local foster groups and to spay and neuter programs. The rescue of the kittens …
I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Day in Day out. I tell myself stories. Sometimes they are good stories. Other times they are just ways to the time and I don’t mourn them when I lose them to memory. Lately, I have been telling a lot of stories and they have making …
When you say the word "Autism" it is easy to figure out who is in the know and who is thinking of the Rain Man. I think of my nephew and his bright face. Robbie is nearly eight and has mild autism. Early intervention and lots of love have made the difference between him being able to …
Living in Florida has never been a dream come true. The Sunshine State and all its sunshine laws are all misnomers. The first year I lived here, there was the election debacle and things have not improved since then. Americans scream for justice and do little to work for it. Floridians are much the same, …
In just two short days, I will be stepping up to the mike and reading my poetry aloud to a group of people for the first time since college. Then, I was in a small circle and we were all sharing our poems and songs. It was small and close. Intimate and safe. Now, I …
Not enough. Never enough. That is the way I feel most days, at some point or another. Sometimes it is as brief as thunderstorms in Florida summers, other times they settle in like the first rains of spring. Yes, I am lovely and talented, but it doesn’t take the edge off my own feelings of …
A fourth kitten has joined the brigade. I will not become the crazy cat lady. I will not become the crazy cat. I am not a crazy cat lady. I repeat that mantra every time I interact with the invaders. Jack and Nu Mu, my two old kitty boys, are angry that there are these …
Lucinda Rose 