Thoughts NOT Previously Mentioned

I met a fascinating woman this weekend.  Her name is Selenia. Selenia used to foster very troubled kids from 5 months old to pre-teen. In order to welcome these children into her home she would prepare a feast or a treat that was appropriate to their age such as a Happy Meal or a pizza. They refused it every time. Completely perplexed Selenia wouldn’t push the subject until she was sure they must…

Dramatic Pause with Jazz Hands

Nobody I know of looks at a newborn baby and says with genuine excitement:  “I cannot wait to change your dirty diaper!  YAY!” No.  No way.  Nah-uh. At least nobody in their right mind thinks that when they are in the middle of something the diaper decoder can’t even point out.  What you want or feel is not a consideration especially when when you are the only responsible person for someone…

My Adamant Plea With What I Know

Have I retreated so far into the depths of myself that I cannot recognize what I have become? That sounds so dark and scary to even think out loud but only the sane ask if they are crazy.  I mean, I find joy in the tinniest of things like the sound of crickets when the house is still or when the silliest of my specific cravings have been met.  I do my best to connect with someone I am close to by…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my lack of emotion.  It’s not that I don’t feel whatsoever but a lack of emotion in the smallest of moments.  I have slowly decided to  take myself “out of play” in a sense.  I’ve stopped smiling.  I’ve ceased to joke around. I am constantly serious about the task at hand.  I’ve become very intense and hard to reach. I’ve felt a strong conviction to speak out…