December Magic

“Picking a man’s pocket every 25th of December.” -Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol) I have lived a life of bliss and complete joy and Christmas has always meant the world to me. I remember the Christmas Eve sitting with my mother watching It’s a Wonderful Life for the first time and taking in the magic…

Defiance

The dust has settled long ago but the scars remain. The gift God gave me has been the greatest blessing of my life and I don’t believe a greater gift can be given. I was born by his grace to work with children and I find it to be the only thing I am very…

Fear

I don’t fear death but a cage without a key. Prolonged life for the sake of more years is not a life but a meaningless void. I would rather live one year and live it to its fullest than live a hundred and never step outside and take a leap. Nothing of great consequence has…

That Place

I’ve always struggled with the reality that life is and will be hard. Confusion washes over me as I reflect on the days that use to be. I’ve never experienced pain that landed me in a hospital but I think I might take that over the overwhelming happiness and sorrow of a life that is…

The Beautiful Reality

Recently while watching a captivating show, I came to the closer I thought I had already. I once thought forgiveness was enough, then for a moment just having the memories was the closer I needed but tonight as I watched the realization came, alongside the main character in the show, that loving someone but letting…

The Possible End of a Passion

A friend once told me that my biggest stumbling block wasn’t me, but my love of drink. At the time I thought or pretended to know what he was talking about but as the years pass me without her I think I am beginning to see what he saw. I love wine, that is a…

Lost in Nature

I remember as a young child praying to a God I wasn’t aware of, asking him to give me a life that wasn’t boring. Yet…I am afraid I may have bit off more than I can chew. I could write a novel regarding my short time on this earth and it wouldn’t seem real but…

Writing and that City

Writing has become the escape I needed when times have been a bit hard, that and Mozart. I love to escape to the stories I have begun and I hope someday dear reader that you at least like some of the characters, (I think I have a few good ones to tell). Writing when there…

The Horror

I’ve always been an avid fan of horror, the kind that goes bump in the night,(not the blood and guts). I love the plot of a family of a sort trying to figure out with you what is going on in the setting of the film or novel. It wasn’t until I found the film…

Photographic Memories

It’s an odd thing, when living in a moment becomes down the road, not a merely a moment but a life altering event. I had taken a photo on what would seem an ordinary November afternoon but as the years since then has show me ,it is a photo I can’t and I am unwilling…