What Crosses My Mind

  • Three Days Before Christmas

    I’m sitting alone in my apartment thinking about the days ahead. I don’t want to sound like I am feeling sorry for myself. Actually, I am in a good state of mind, as opposed to the last few years. I recently thought about my niece who is currently going through a round of chemotherapy having…

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • I Looked Into the Eyes of a Dying Woman

    The other day, I traveled across a state to say good-bye to a friend. I did it because I wanted her to realize just how worth it she is. I did it for the love I have for her and her children. I did it because I cared. But the trip wasn’t meant to be…

  • Numbing My Reality

    Seeing hope in the eyes of death Knowing love is an energy blessed Walked into a room Where he stood strong Where she would laugh Why tomorrow we will all cry Is a measure Conducive to living life Accepting mortality Turning anger to hope For with every life A new dawn prepares sunset Our confusion…

  • Are You Ok?

    How do you ask Why do you ask Well, I’m alright yeah, I am.   We cannot predict this stuff nod your head show affirmation let the tears come think about … children nearby … grown adults they’re watching you, loving you, thanking you.   Everyone in the room is grateful within the tears, they…

  • First Glance

    Eyes open still in mourning a soft reminder precious in the quiet of a breeze rustling leaves the next stage a would be journey lay ahead. What follows will be stark extreme immediate loss in sensory perception for some a routine cycle of life while others we know traverse a newer universe one shares in…

  • When A Friend’s Pain Defines Personal Purpose

    I have a fairly good life. I am gainfully employed, live in a seemingly free country, with all the benefits of free speech and liberty. I have a family, we are all healthy. Our lives are determined by our actions. Given all of that reward I sometimes question my purpose, and I begin to doubt…

  • We All Know People

    We walk and talk and laugh and cry we very seldom wonder why. The world is a constant challenge to know what latest foil we avenge. She is a woman of substance, a smile so indicative of freedom in erstwhile company that does suggest harmony meant to soften the grit of calamity.   She does…

  • When the World Stops and Everyone Continues to Walk

    We have these, call them, whatever you might preference at the moment. An epiphany, a catharsis, a smack in the face in expression, the reality of our lives.   Just when the seasons began to express their natural beauty, the leaves that decay to a certain brilliance, representing death and love all the same, Crisp…

  • Just, Actors

    *** When we were like this, nobody really stepped inside our world. We could laugh and cry together, hold one another, count on each other, and smile for the camera as ourselves. ~ We lived real lives beyond the facade of entertainment; so compelling, so intriguing, so decimating that our passions were swept up in fear…