Category: Recreating yourself

Sick and Tired; Confessions of a Reformed Junk Food Junkie

As an independent mom, I found myself the past few years relying on the fast food restaurants way too much. It was so easy as we rushed from one after school activity to another to just drive through somebody's window, order, and shovel it in, in the car on the way to the next place. My kids loved it, and I'm not sure if they were more addicted to the food or the toys. I had a lot less dishes to wash, and could spend more time with the kids, so it seemed like a win-win situation.

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Frustrated – Original Poetry 12/6/05

I am so tired of living among a passion-less people So exhausted, so full of excuses of why they don't have time to or don't have the energy to Can't fit the struggle into their schedule of Pilates classes, after work affairs and the nine to five Complaining about the lack of, the need for and their people being so poor... Continue Reading →

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My inner child..

Sitting in the warm Fall sun, watching my five year old on the trampoline, I felt as though I were looking at my inner child. My children have had so many experiences in their childhood that I never had, and I just realized today how healing it has been for me to participate in their... Continue Reading →

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Meet Me…

"Fly into my love..." Phyllis no one could have said it better I want to melt like glue on the pavement in the hot weather when you are near me I want to stop time and tell the job, the bills, the kids and the static to hush.. I want to ride on the next... Continue Reading →

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Just a Little Thank You Note… Original Poetry 5/3/84

Just a Little Thank You Note…. I just wanted to thank you for the sweet pain of a first love affair thank you for the soft melodies that made me forget that we had no protection if these three months hadn’t happened, there would be no Miles, no Klugh, no Spyro Gyra no Marsalis, no Brubeck, no Franks, no ‘BGO without this final semester of false lovin’ there would be no jazz no duets in the shower no passion at 5am no nights alone no “real” thing, no “you mean more than” no “I DO care” no “sorry but I won’t be home tonight…” no other woman no heartache, no confusion, no hurt no faked emotions, no hate, no frustration no gynecologist no cold, empty nights, no lonely mornings, no sympathy no apathy, no excuses, no wounded egos, no memories no BITCH so thank you for the missed classes and for teaching me how to scurry across campus at 1AM to fulfill your needs and to find my own thank you for the use of your towels, your soap, your q-tips, your cocoa butter, your washcloth, your shirts, your stereo, your typewriter thank you for using me for losing me in your arms, in your kisses and in your thoughts for losing track of my existence for having no brain of your own for loving and leaving me for your best friend’s girlfriends’ girlfriend for forgetting about our ‘something real’ for the lies for cutting all ties sooooo graciously for not being MAN enough to tell me about her for making me realize that some men have no right to my loving and are only out to please THEMSELVES for letting me see the reality of a relationship with a basketball player who snorts, tokes, drinks, brags boasts and SITS THE BENCH but really THANK YOU for the strength to start over again and to take the time out to love someone WORTH loving... MYSELF Original writing: 5/3/84

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