dreaming of high heels |
I have these dreams about shoes. Perhaps it is some subconcious result of me shattering my ankle. I dream of these high heel masterpieces. There are some that I have even wanted to paint they are so i...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 10:30:00 GMT |
You can only fool some of the people some of the time... |
How long do you think you can fool yourself? I am working on this grand experiment... Amazing how we never take the time to dwell on our happiness, only our sadness. Mother's Day kicked my ass, simple...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 19:03:00 GMT |
stolen from the hectic day to day that is my life |
And so here I am. Stealing moments. It is all I seem to do these days, Rob from Peter to pay Paul. The only one who seems to come up short is me. I mean what amazes me is how well I am functioning con...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:01:00 GMT |
here it is, the moment i knew would come |
Happy Birthday. You would have been 10 today. I should be up to my elbows in your birthday. I didn't realize how hard it would be not being able to go to see you right now. How badly I want to sit at ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 23:53:00 GMT |
ugh |
Awake again. I don't know why I even bother writing this, because the one I wrote yesterday morning just disappeared. Totally lost to the cosmos. I still feel the benefit of the wordy purge, but am sa...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 01:30:00 GMT |
spending time with him. |
Today was lovely. We rambled about and did a little shopping. It is interesting to see what he is drawn to, and where his tastes lie. I have to try and reconcile my feelings when his tastes do not mir...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:45:00 GMT |
new ink and a new perspective |
Funny how things work, a beautiful day, new friendships, and the pleasure of a leisurely ride. Yesterday I felt so many simple joys. I remember being on my scooter with a warm breeze blowing and watch...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 17:54:00 GMT |
the train in my head |
it rattles and clanks and squeals indefinitelyi close my eyes and i see the cars flashing by. split second snapshots.the grafitti glaring reminders of where I went wrong. a simple I was here and left ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:49:00 GMT |
true story |
We are sitting on my couch... we are discussing children's television shows...
Andrea asks, "What's up with Dora? Why is she always yelling?"
Mom: " You know how white people talk loud and slow to Mex...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 01:38:00 GMT |
a short note for those who don’t know me very well |
My blog is my vent, I write it for myself so I don't have to carry around all the angst associated with losing my son and life in general. I will be ok.
I have not fought this hard to keep it togethe...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:49:00 GMT |
