How I Learned to Dance in The Rain
I've discovered that stomping in a puddle or two can be a lot of fun
As I sit on my deck, sipping tea; relaxing My mind is wandering, drifting, going back in time My mind's eye sees the journey I've tread; healing then relapsing Like a drug addict who thinks they can handle "just this one time" But only to discover, they're back in the darkness; collapsing I don't… Continue reading The Journey
Being born and raised along, what I believe is, among the most beautiful places on earth, the Western Coast of the United States - more specifically, the coast of the State of California, I became complacent and took this beauty for granted. Only two seasons - rainy and dry. Sunny days for much of the… Continue reading California Dreaming
After all of the self-doubt. After all of the planning. After all of the resume-writing. After all of the cold-calls. After all of the interviews. After all of the disappointments and heartaches, finally, we're here at last. Employed and on the job. I made it. This is better than any natural solar eclipse. I've been in the… Continue reading A New Dawn For A Working Girl
It's not often that I have an out-of-body experience while having an argument with someone. What I mean is that I can actually separate myself from ME and the other person in the middle of the argument and see both sides, feel both sides, hear both sides, comprehend both sides....but also, know that someone is potentially… Continue reading Destruction With Language
Her mind's eye focused upon the horizon Blissfully unaware of any danger The present, the future; converging in union Into the form of an image of a handsome stranger Cyberspace preys on illusion and trickery Images are just a taste, a tease, a lure And is what makes this a fool's game for sure … Continue reading Imaginary Dream
via Daily Prompt: Solitary "You got an offer..." Oh, how overjoyed I was when I heard those words! I had been waiting for months for this change in my life - to go from a government-dependent non-working blob to someone I could look at in the mirror and say, "I'm doing something and FEEL I… Continue reading Musings
How I Learned to Dance in The Rain 
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