Writing Reality

  Caged Decried He said you’ll just have to go without, it’s just the way it is. They didn’t hear their cries and pleas, to have a tithe of his. He said we’ll have to take your babies,   your fleeing is not what I want. They didn’t understand the mother’s plight, his money he did flaunt. Those territories are our ‘s’ holes, his lack of compassion did show. They gave the minion millionaires the break, all our money he did blow. They sat on stack of near 400 bills, as they went out and dined. The stock market rose going through throes, too busy pouring wine. They unabashedly believed they were the tougher, told the poor and middle to suck it up. Yet a heel spur crows, a father’s woes, honorable discharged days of thirty-seven tup. Yet their past shows that when it hit the dust, they ran to money of father. A tragedy upon us in form of virus, they all now too busy to bother. They unto others who were colored brothers, throwing them like trash to sea. We wonder why this sprig decr...

                                                                                                                                                                     Put Some Lipstick On It was a time in the 1960’s when I was growing up. As I was taught,    that you didn’t demonstrate to the outside world how you really felt. You didn’t speak of illness, neither yours or either someone else’s. Nor were women’s health issues discussed, as well.    I’ll call it, “The Dark Ages of Life’s Unpleasantries”. As I grew up, I noticed n...

The Courage to Have Faith I’ve told this story before to someone back in 2006… When I was age seven, the world became even more complex to me. I saw anger that was unrelenting. I saw the fear to be kind, uninhibited. I saw it internal within our family structure. As well, I saw it within the world itself. Then the fear was presented to me. I didn’t like it. I decided to change it. Yes, at age seven I decided no matter how scary something was, I would attempt to be fearless. I would become courageous. However, I wouldn’t do it alone. After I decided such, I prayed. I prayed at night that God would make me like King David. Yes, a little Catholic girl praying at night to become a courageous warrior. With the faith of steel that nothing could penetrate. I decided to become unrelenting to right wrongs. To make certain I could run into flames, even if it meant death. I told God, as I lay there in bed with my comfort pillowcase and stuffed animal. Looking up at my ceiling, I...

What we learn...about our world...Part One: I wish I could speak with you all face to face.  I was in the Marines a long time ago and good God I feel you all. Now, stay with me...I have two teenage daughters. Married 36 years, now. Both our daughters we adopted. Both had been abandoned. I came from lower middle class blue collar Christian family. My husband upper middle class family... I call him, "My college boy". Its a joke because no one thought our marriage would last. We still get teased once a year by one of his Frat boys about my grit versus his softer approach to life. Married by a Rabbi. We were opposite in many of our views and experiences.  Except that we both believed in equality.  We believed we should make a difference. My husband, a very giving man has become disabled. Our youngest has my personality.  Our oldest reminds me of my husband, my brother who died when she was too little to remember and my husband's sister, a real Princess 😂  Our...

The Basketball Team Some people that know me. May have known that it took me four tryouts to make a basketball team as a child. Yep, it was seventh grade rec. I didn’t make it. I tried out for the eighth grade middle school team, didn’t make it. And it was quite a small town that I was residing in then.   My class in eighth grade was about sixty-two students in all. I gave it rest. Then I tried out again as a junior in high school. I didn’t make it. Finally, in my senior year of high school, in a class of two hundred and sixty-two.   It was a regional high school. I made the varsity basketball team. Barely. Before I did, I can say this. I liked the kids who were on the team before I’d even made a team. I wasn’t friends with anybody on any of the teams I’d tried out for. I was the kid who kept to themselves, for the most part. All the teams, the ones I didn’t make and the one I did make, I respected the results. I respected the individuals that made up all the teams....

Where’s the Brass Ring?      When you are used to touching death, you need to touch life. If you had asked me when I was eighteen would I have become a person that works with people in pain, some dying.    I would have said emphatically,  ‘No Way! ’ Not because I didn’t want to help people. Oh. I did. It was that my thought process of thinking of a way to helping people was saving them from abuse.    Saving them from war.    Saving them from crime.    Or fixing them after crime or war.    Basically, being there for them. Not in any medical format.    Yet, with a fist, a technique, a bayonet or a format of a firing arm or perhaps even a shovel.         Every night as a young child I went to bed and played a type of movie film in my head. I’d see the  bad guys . They would try to wreck me; I’d fight back.    They were always bigger, stronger and had the ...

In March of 1987, it was a Wednesday morning at about ten o’clock, I was off from work. My doctor said he’d meet me in a gym. I had a ten mile race on that Saturday, March 14 th , down in Atlantic City. I had been suffering with back pain that crippled me after a ten mile race a prep-race in Lynn, Massachusetts just about ten days before. I expected to race well then; but ran into some trouble as I slid on ice going down a hill. A man grabbed me as I was sliding headfirst into a tree. I ended up finishing a disappointing 4 th place female and the birth defect no one knew I had reared its ugly head, once again. I drove home in agony for nearly four hours. During the week, one of my bosses saw how crippled I looked as I walked by his office doorway. He inquired. He then suggested I see his doctor. So, I did. I explained to the doctor, ‘I was trying to run through this. I’ve hurt my back many times before. I was told never to run again 18 months ago. Just go have babies…’ I ex...