Contact Lens #21
The conveying of thoughts.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
My Side of the Bed and Its Nightstand
In four days, it will be a year since my brother's suicide. I feel as though I've written every drop of grief out of it, but there ...
Saturday, January 27, 2018
"Well, text or call if you need anything." He replied with a thumb up. The next morning, I messaged, "How are you today...
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Down syndome and Moving Forward
I got the trend Ds tattoo of the three arrows facing forward symbolizing the three chromosomes and progress. It means something great to me...
Saturday, December 30, 2017
The Earth Circling the Sun
I keep thinking 2018 will magically make my life better. I feel as though the 8 replacing the 7 will change everything. This isn't a n...
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Poetry Passing Time
Seeing the Alliterative Psychiatrist A cedar ceiling and Color of walnut shell walls Secrets, hallucinations, horrors are Told within t...
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Grieving When You Have Older Children Watching
My husband is home on a two week visit, and even though I have often said I just want him to hold me while cry, I still cry on my own. In th...
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Sacred Tears, Holes, and Jokes
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. T...
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