“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” My writing desk sits smack in front of a big window. I pause as I write to peek out on life as …
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Mirrors
Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. Hope. I’ve been clawing my way over and under these feelings since that November 8 evening. Long before then, I was frightened, angry, and shocked as I watched little donnie in his made-for-twitter gutters and swamps. Everything he’s done, everything he is doing, is exactly what I’ve come to expect. Nothing he does surprises …
Sunday Morning
I’m sleeping. Sort of. I was tossing and turning all night. Stresses of the day added to a damn head cold. DING. Cell phone message alert. I think about rolling over to check it. It takes me a minute. Mom, could you come stay with Micah? He’s still sleeping and the rest of us are …
Writer Paints 