The Decent Thing

The decent thing to do isn’t always the decent thing to do. 

We Have Liftoff

Sometimes it takes tragedy to form a new life that is at long last independent. Like a 3 stage rocket that takes off to the moon where the  first and second stages are burned off and can never be recovered just so the last stage breaks through the atmosphere.  

The Canvas

I  always feel that what comes off my fingers on to this "canvas" has little and much to do with me at the same time. I always hope that what is transmitted through me is useful to someone. 

Breadwinner

The days of being the breadwinner and only being left with crumbs are coming to a close and it’s bittersweet because I gave it my all.

Time Expired

Visitors even those we love are entitled to parking spaces in our lives but don’t forget even the best of friends have timed meters that expire when it’s time for us to roll up our sidewalks.  

The Knock

My writing was born when I started Inner Knockings and I have not paid much attention to the blog that started all my others.  It always gave me a view not often talked about but often in a unique way. These little short sentences would descend on me at any moment and I am grateful for my former Mentor Monika who helped me rediscover my deep love for writing. I hope they return soon.  

Lost and Found

Nothing is lost if it can be found. It’s just been misplaced.