that I originally found this website about three years ago right after I found out that my husband had filed for divorce. At the time I was distraught, didn't understand what was going on, and felt like my world was unraveling. And it was... there is no denying that. Lost my...
I have a habit of hanging outside all night, when it's not raining of course, my cloths even if they have been washed. The night and early morning temperature here where I live in Italy gets to minus 3 or 4 degrees and the air is crispy clean and fresh. I love the feeling of...
member got on great. Next thing I know he's offering to take me on!
No there is no sillyness or smexy stuff going on. Yes I know what you were allll thinking!
Well I gave him my website and then we got talking business. So now just gotta wait and see!
when it rains. The sound that leaves make when they dance with the wind. A random scent that takes you back to a happy point in childhood. A hot shower on a cold day. A cold shower on a hot day. Clean water. A whole-hearted laugh. The perfect cup of coffee. A tight hug.
in my life in regards to how I think and feel it seems to get harder with each passing year. What used to be cut and dry in my head has become complex...that which has become complex my mind and heart feels sometimes ready to give up on. How do you train your brain to just see...
so fast or jump so far
Or ride my bike like a racing car
Or climb all over the monkey bars
But I still play ball and still play cards
I still tell jokes and laugh real hard
I still spend weekends at the park
And having fun is just the start
To always being a kid at...
behind the skyscrapers of Downtown Los Angeles. Usually, Los Angeles sits in a bowl of pea soup; gray and green-looking smog acting as a smothering blanket. Yet thanks to the recent rains and wind, the clear view of the majestic and rugged mountains is breathtaking.
When I'm in my shower, closed inside that personal space, baptised by the falling water, I cross my arms, stare at the floor and I reflect about my life, my past, my childhood as if watching a film. I just see frame upon frame of my life and I rarely, if ever, smile when I...
pausing, and enjoy the view in front of you. I live in a city, so it's always kind f chaotic l, or at least people are always moving, cars, busses, and bikes are always going. But can you see beyond that? Can you see and even admire those people rushing for their coffee or that...
and it's a 45 minute drive. It took me an hour and a half...why you ask?
Pulled over to make room for four John Deere tractors,
Stopped three times to move turtles out of the road,
Pulled onto a dirt road to watch the ten deer grazing in a field of buttercups,
incarnation) to learn, but really to remember. We each choose our parents, our best teachers to give us experiences that grow and evolve us. We choose painful experiences because this is how we remember compassion. And by the way, our patents choose us, too. It's called a soul...
a long work week done, stopping for seconds to notice the sun dogs in the sky, then hurrying home, knowing what comes next ...curling up under a blankie, the fireplace going, and knowing there is a beer in the fridge with your name on it :) Added bonus... a movie available you...
before he leaves for work, we tell each other, "Be safe and be happy. I love you and I like you." It makes me smile every time. All the simple wishes we have for one another wrapped up in a tiny phrase.
the house of a couple whom we consider to be exceptional people. The four of us don't often see one another, but we have an extraordinary bond, made up, primarily, of the hardships we face in parenting children with special needs- specifically behavioral disorders. Over the...
poster that was above my headboard. It was the first poem I ever memorized when I was eight years old. I still remember it. The power of words. The power of simplicity. Life is good.
Some people talk and talk
And never say a thing.
Some people look at you,
samples from a water well and I made a new friend. He kept bringing me this stick to throw, made it hard to work because if I wasnt playing with him, he was barking and trying to jump on me...hilarious
even just talking to her for a short while makes me feel good. She's full of positivity and it's infectious. I try to call her at least every two days - a small thing but she adds so much to my life, that in reality, it's actually so much bigger. :)
and there was a little girl that was in the car in front of mine, who was looking out the back.
She shyly waved at me when she saw me looking. I smiled and waved back. This made her happy and she started waving more enthusiastically.
I waved back. She waved again. We pretty...
everyone. I just want to be beautiful in his eyes. I want to catch him just watching me the way I want to steal glances of him. I want to know when he sees other women that in his eyes he finds them lacking. it's just that simple.