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My Early Obituary

**This is a writing. It is not real.**

On a special day in the future, Judy passed away peacefully surrounded by her loving family members and their dogs. Judy made a special request that when the time came, there would be a gathering of all her loved ones. She passed in her orange bedroom knowing that her color preferences would be honored. Continue reading

In Loving Memory

**This is a writing. It is not real.**

How do you describe the life of Michelle?  She was born on May 2, 1970 at 8:30 am.  Being true to her stubborn nature, she was born 1 week after the date she was due.  She was going to come out when she decided it was time.  Continue reading

The Creepy Black Moon

I lay in my bed mid-afternoon. The orange curtains made the softened sunlight somehow warmer. Bored, my eyelids would slowly close—a childhood naptime–the sweet stuff of adult memories. 

But in the evening, the same room seemed sinister. The closet door hid unknown horrors. Under my bed lurked creatures just waiting for me to close my eyes so that they could come out and “get me”.

creepy black moon

Even today, I remember the window, through which I could view the full moon. 

I woke up one night and lay in the bed, dreading the idea of getting out and having my feet touch the floor. So I lay there. The only thing that protected me was the sheets and blankets that were pulled up tight under my chin. I felt safe, safer with the protection of the layers of cloth. Continue reading

Circus Trauma

Circus Nursery 

I was 4 years old and had a beautiful circus-themed nursery.  There was a handmade circus wagon on one side that my dad made special for me, complete with a canopy overhead.  The circus wagon had cute stuffed animals on it of a lion, a tiger, and a bear, among others.  On the opposite wall were pictures of those same sweet circus animals. Mom thought she had done such a great job making this cute, sweet nursery, but little did she know…  Continue reading

Never Quite Enough

I have always wanted to be good, not necessarily the best, but just good at whatever I did.  This especially was the case when I would participate in team sports.  One of my fears as a child was when being chosen to play games and teams were needed I would never be chosen as one of the first few.  This left me feeling bad that I didn’t have the ability or the reputation to be either the most popular or the best at a sport.  Consequently, I always shied away from playing team sports. Continue reading

Missing Mom

It was chilly in my room. The snow was wisping in through three holes in the storm window and landing on the foot of my bed. I lay in bed and listened for the sounds of the radio or the sounds that mom normally was making in the kitchen. All I could hear was silence. Continue reading

Erogenous Zones?

I knew I had the wrong title when I got into “Your Erroneous Zones’. I’m glad I kept on reading. It was well worth it. When I was in my late twenties, I discovered self-help books. The first book of this type that I read was called “Your Erroneous Zones” and was written by Dr. Wayne Dyer. To be honest, my friends had told me the title was “Your Erogenous Zones” and the title piqued my interest. Continue reading

Color Me Beautiful

seasonBack in the early 1980s, a book was published called “Color Me Beautiful”.  The inside flap of the book states “Using simple guidelines, professional color consultant Carole Jackson helps you choose the thirty shades that make you look smashing. COLOR ME BEAUTIFUL will also help you: develop your color personality; learn to perfect your make-up color; discover your clothing personality; use color to solve specific figure problems, and more, including full-color palettes containing the thirty shades for each season–pages you can cut out to carry when you shop!” Continue reading

So Much More Than the Story

What makes someone a reader?

Doesn’t everyone love stories?

so much more than the storyI think I was born loving books. In Beaver Dam, I loved the old stuffy, overheated public library when I was a child. The wide entrance stairway led to a foyer where you could go left to the adult area. Or, you could turn right and go up a creaky flight of stairs to the children’s room. It held a vague feeling of…expectation. Continue reading