    I once knew a boy who was as shy as the breeze on a sweltering summer day. He held big blue eyes and a smile of pure innocence that melted my heart. Wearing a superman cape and too short pajama bottoms, running through the house with The Wizard of Oz rewinding for yet another viewing- a …
Yellow Green And Black
    This time it was not a certain song possessing poetic words that tugged at my soul whisking me back to times once known.  It was not a  particular sentimental fragrance that pulled me into my yesterdays. It was but a simple floor tile of yellow, green and black. That fifties tile recently uncovered during a …
My Dear, Dear Auntie
Even though she walks with the deliberate, slow steps acquired with age and arthritis, she continues to move forward. Her hands may search about grasping the back of the chair or the nearby wall to steady herself, but she carries herself forward. Â My dear, dear Auntie is one determined lady. I love to hear her …
The Winds Of Change
The winds of change. I hear them in the distance...coming my way. I tell myself that I am ready. I am prepared for what life is blowing towards my back. Grounding my feet upon the earth, centering myself..I prepare. This is not one of those times when I am caught unaware and find myself …
We Need To Talk Guns…
   Guns, sleek and sexy steel...providing a potent courage and air of confidence when held in one’s hand. Power emanates forth just by the touch against the skin. Finite power beyond any other. The power to take life in a second. The power to put fear into the minds of others and manipulate their …
My Anxiety Ritual
It is the feeling of being alone when I am in a crowded room of friends. It takes control of my emotions and leads me away into a grey filled nether place. Seeing it approach me, I summon it to leave me alone. I am fine and do not welcome its attention. I do not …
Ahh…The Memories Of Christmas Past
   I have a soft spot for old-time Christmas songs. Those sung by Bing, Andy and Burl. When I hear them I drift right back to my childhood. A time when I marked my tomorrows between now and the next December 25th. Always so far away...took so long to reach- a whole year in …
My Mother’s Shadow Box
   It hung on the wall of the formal living room, centered over the mantle- given a certain dignity and place of purpose in the room. In many a holiday or special occasion photo, quietly present in the background. My mother’s shadowbox. I remember it well. Painted creamy white with bamboo looking wood trim, …
Random Thoughts Of Thankfulness…
   Some thoughts on what I am thankful for....I have limited myself to those random thoughts that immediately flooded my head...the ones that rushed in as I opened the gates. They seemed most eager to express themselves...yet know there are many more unwritten that I have not pulled from my heart and painted with …
Dream A Little Dream
 Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful and rejuvenate my body for the coming day? How can that be so when I find myself entrenched in WW II combat as a fighter jet pilot (on my fiftieth mission no less) or dragging my body across the ground as gunfire is all around me. Truly electrifying and …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 