• Euthanasia

    Some times that decision is easier than others.  Some times you can look at a situation and it rips your heart out of your chest but you know there is, absolutely, without a doubt, no other course of action but to end it all…  Other times… there is doubt.  Those are the bitch of a times.

  • Grief – Anaphora

    Grief Grief Grief is shards of ice flaying my skin. Grief is a cold anchor tearing at my heart. Grief is a heavy shadow, curling round my spine. Grief is a keening shriek scraping on my ribs.

  • There’s something wrong with me…

    Ironically I think that there is plenty wrong with me, but I never see the one big wrong that it all adds up to…  That I will jump so quickly for love.  And not like some women (and men) who will fall for every flattery thrown their way, at least I can claim that much self-respect at this point in my life.

  • Child Wisdom

    As my former partner and I were, today, trying to stumble our way through one of our first conversations since a painful and at times ugly parting of our romantic connection, his son was pouting over being denied (justifiably!) a particular sugary treat.  Eventually the four-year-old crawled onto the bed beside his father and told him, “I’m mad at you, but I still love you.”