wilson

120/365

Days go by and I have a pile of information stacked in my head. Piles of thoughts that are like old dusty library books. The voice in my head had its say, but it never bubbled to the surface. Stories from years ago, revelations, passionate stirrings…all bubbling, but tossed to the side to sit in…

state high baseball

112/365

Well. Monday. Yes. Monday. Bleh. It wasn’t a bad day. A rote day. A day full of catching up on tedium. I spent some time reading “The Naked Presenter” and taking notes. It seems a lot of people don’t like this book. I, however, do. Lots of valuable stuff. Had my official employee review today…

cactus

111/365

As you may know, I have been making attempts to run more. To write more. Sooo…on an average day, I have conversations in my head during a 30-minute shower. Not very environmentally friendly and I usually forget all the conversations by the time I’m done. I need a recorder tied to my thoughts. Not happening…

109/365

running down the fleshy green path feeling bits of water splashing on my ankles grass fairy kisses —————————————————————————— My husband left at 6:15 this morning. I got up at 6:18. I cleaned my house, ran, walked my dog, and so much more. I ran, but I did not write…though I’m writing now. I have decided…

Keen

The pain is keen Sharp Stabbing Like a million sharp knives Making her gasp And catch Her breath. She closes her eyes Tight To hold back the tears. “Breathe,” she tells herself. Her mind wanders. How did she ever get here? “Breathe,” again. She’s already gone; Twenty feet under….hoping to survive…

105/365

He called us Friday night to let us know that he was pitching on Saturday. Caught between a turnip and blood, depending on a certain bank transaction, there was only dust, and we talked, agonized, turned down the $20 Otto’s dinner and told him we couldn’t make it. Next morning, in the dawn of a…