The Angel’s Dilemma: Love and Duty

And so it goes day after dreadful day

She finds them, as their time has come

To help them cross over and on their way.

There’s never alot of discussion

Afterall, there isn’t much left to say

A Thousand Deaths

I didn’t mourn your death I mourned the life you’d reject I mourned the humor you lost I mourned the intellect it cost You died a thousand small deaths before you took your last breath One long continuous exhale year after year All life squeezed out, expunged by fear Flashes of spit, blood smeared, voicesContinue reading “A Thousand Deaths”

Riding Naked: Celebrating 50 Years of Adventure and Loss

I fully intend to live the rest of my life creating memories worth sharing long after I’m gone.  I want my granddaughter to one day hold a picture of me up to her friends and say, “You know, my Oma did the wildest, craziest things!”

A Grandmother’s Secret

“Some people are just the dirt in the bottom of a flower vase. Don’t make the mistake of giving them too much space; you gotta save room for the flowers that will take root in that dirt, grow with every curve and angle of your vase and blossom into full bloom for you over the top.”