This is my Papa. I met my Papa when I was thirteen years old. I was already taller than him. And he still had some color in his hair. Since then we have both grown quite a crop of steely gray hair. According to legend, he fell in love with Momma over homemade spaghetti. She … Continue reading The Writer and Her Papa
The day began with insomnia drifted into lateness and fell into despair One found dead, the news feed reads the reaper's prize at last sorrows grips friends still other silent cheer the end of the road two kids in a doctor's office sick with the flu two strangers cling to life victims of happenstance … Continue reading The Good with the Bad
Sometimes I write bad poetry and sometimes I write stories that don't make sense. Sometimes I just write and write for hours in my head. Lately, I have been working really hard to set a schedule up for myself and it hasn't been working really well. I did good up until last Thursday and then I … Continue reading Sometimes I….
He's not your real father. So don't expect him to care. She's not your real kid so don't expect her to love you. Step-kids aren't really kids. And Step-parents are just playing a game that they can stop at any time. But my Papa loves me. He shows me everyday and has always got my back. Years … Continue reading Not A Real Family (April Page 18 )
In the mix of all that life offers, it is easy to get caught up and go along for the ride. Seven hours in a math class today and my brain was real and truly fried. It crispy and crunch and best served with tarter sauce. We all get caught up on the roller coaster … Continue reading April Page 11
When Momma goes down We all go down When Momma's not happy no one is happy Because Mommas are the glue that holds us all together And when they go down we all go down Til one of us rises and the Momma we become. If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to … Continue reading Momma
The best gift this year came with a gold bow on top and wrapped in a DAV (Disabled American Veteran) blanket found in a thrift store. My Papa put a gold bow on his head on Christmas and it was awesome. Not that my father has never done anything cool or cute before. At 4’11”, … Continue reading Thank You, Santa!!!
This week, I will turn 38 years old. This past weekend, I decided to celebrate my birthday with a party. Why? Why not? Too much of my life in the past year involved going and going with not much enjoying. So a break was in order. It was a great break. Friday, I went to … Continue reading Yet Another Manic Monday
Dusk and Summer by Joseph A. Pinto Available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle formats. The first time I read this book, it held me captive, curled beneath my comforter until it was done with me. Recently, it was released under a new publisher and with a new cover. Dusk and Summer kept me prisoner for … Continue reading Book Review: Dusk and Summer
Some of my friends are posting daily on Facebook what they are most grateful for this year. Every day this month, they have posted things they are grateful for and each time I have read one of their posts a smile comes across my face. I love them, but haven't replicated them or create my own … Continue reading The Days of Gratitude