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There is no Amelie...just me.

I search for love

in absurd places

in tall broad men

with blank empty faces.

They leave no clue

nor do they care

to how they rip or tear… 48 more words


"Riddled With Scenes That Left Me Thinking..."

No, I’m not talking about something I’ve read. The title of this post was taken directly from fellow author/blogger Richard Leonard’s recent review of Blood in the Paint… 82 more words


FODMAP on the Road: the convience market

Yesterday was the 2nd week of living with FODMAP diet and I am still on the elimination phase. Gassy-ness is becoming much less common and I have yet to have an “IBS flare up” as I call them (I have the mixed form of IBS). 307 more words


Joy Blooms

Day 114 April 24, 2014

“Joy blooms where minds and hearts are open.”
― Jonathan Lockwood Huie

“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.”   156 more words


Journal #13

I went for a walk yesterday with my father. A two-hour jaunt into the fields that lie just behind my home. There was still a good deal of mist on the ground by 11AM, and the area was dead silent. 533 more words


Anxiety - it's a bitch.

Why do I write?

I write because

of anxiety.

I simply hate

the feeling

of fear -

for something -

just something

I can’t even… 76 more words


Little Boxes

I have a fondness for small houses.  I think I could live in a tiny house as long as it has running water and electricity but in something slightly larger than Dee Williams’  303 more words