The other day I purged my reading list; people that I follow on WordPress. I hesitated at one by a Texas, desert dweller, Old Jules. I hadn’t read it in a while. However, I decided to keep it and I’m glad I did.
I read his post, The Nightmares of Acceptance.
He had once said that he did not write about his childhood. And that he never would.
Well, he did. Continue reading “Cardboard Castles”
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
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The admiration of sunsets abound.
Today the sun sets on what I would call a difficult day. My memories got the best of me. A neighbor that I asked to help me get to the beach, with my board, laughed in my face.
So now I get to say the, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, prayer.
If I do wake up, I get to try it again.
I’m really just not tough enough.
Never have been and probably never will be.
I’ve just read Samba to the Sea‘s post, which led me to Dirtbag Darling‘s musings. Both of these women are young blogger, surfer, travelers.
I thought to myself, I’m nobody’s darling, never have been and never will be.
a decade plus 2
days gone by
i don’t see you
wrinkles on my face
grandma in my head
words of wisdom
come and gone
i don’t hear you
i remember twelves years old
for me, your mama, now you
a dear, a vision, a wonder
sorry, i have to go
i hear my mother calling me