This morning brought the news that Anne Rice, the great dame of American Horror Writing, past away. Her son broke the news. Her first book and most famous book "Interview with a Vampire" in 1976 when she was 35. I am ten years older than she was when she published her first book. A book … Continue reading All Hail the Queen
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Sometimes There Are No Villains
And no victims. Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com In fiction, there is a villain to oppose the hero. In the wake of a villian's terror, victims call and plead for help. In real life, no so much. And that's just the way it is. No matter how much you want there to be. It … Continue reading Sometimes There Are No Villains
State of Things May
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.
What to Expect When Grieving
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 … Continue reading What to Expect When Grieving
Vague Death Post
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 … Continue reading Vague Death Post
Leaving
When I was a child, I sat on the edge of a single bed and listened as my father told me how he was going on a business trip. He never came back. He was, in fact, moving out. The nuclear family I had been born into died that day. The funeral was the day … Continue reading Leaving
Remembering Papa
Today, one year ago in the early morning hours in Florida Hospital Orlando, Papa ended his fight. He was 71 years old. Here is the obituary that I wrote for him. It wasn't published in his hometown paper. A shorter more mundane version was published. Momma didn't think his Pennsylvania family would get it. She was … Continue reading Remembering Papa
The Writer, the Move and Death
This last year has been rockiest of my life. In early July 2017, I wrote about my heartbreak when my relationship of over a decade ended. By early August, I had decided to move. It was a long time coming; little of the move had to do with my Ex. He only helped in determining … Continue reading The Writer, the Move and Death
A Good Man Died
A good man died today, or maybe it was yesterday. News of his passing just reached me today A good man died And in his honor I'm drinking some whiskey Some sweet Jack that he would have liked My heart weeps and my world quakes But its foundations still hold firm I may weep and … Continue reading A Good Man Died
Scattered
There are clothes tossed about the floor. My clothes, my floor,my bedroom floor. This isn't the way things should be. This isn't how I live or how I have been living for the last three years. Things get picked up and put away. Everything in order. My sleeping chamber a place of peace and tranquility. … Continue reading Scattered
Lucinda Rose 