My First Memory

My First Memory. I remember sitting straight up on my bed, fully alert, filled with excitement. My pink wallpapered bedroom felt soft, cozy. The sun shining through the white painted weathered window frame of the 150 year old farm house. Later a homemade Barbie Doll Cake. This is joy.

A lone?

Blog Gem Ever listened to the word alone? It’s asking a question don’t you think? Say it again….alone. Are we looking for a lone? Can we have a lone? Do we need a lone? What kind of a lone are you seeking? Long term or short term? Variable rates? Is it a lone of friendship,…

Passenger on the train of life

Ever get tired being a Passenger on the train of life? Ever have questions because the journey of life appears confusing? Let’s journey together – it’s always comfortable that way. This creative writing seeks to comfort and ask questions because after all, there are never any wrong questions.