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Molly Lilly

Molly Lilly
Upstate, New York, USA
July 04
Words fail me.


JANUARY 8, 2012 3:54PM

Simple Promise

I'm finally leaving home. I've moved many times in my life. So often I was running. This time, I'm moving because I want more.

But that's not what this is about. This is about my Papa. I know he wants nothing more than for me to succeed and to persue my dreams. I also know… Read full post »

OCTOBER 19, 2011 10:19PM

Now We Are Vivid

I was holding her hands, rushing alongside the stretcher. Nurses and doctors were yelling, telling me to move back. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth open, her lips were dry and cracked.

"Wake up!" I yelled at her.

A nurse pulled me away. I look at the nurse’s face, she looked likeRead full post »

APRIL 5, 2011 8:06PM

On My Way

 When I lived in DC I was not an honorable woman. I used to cheat and lie. No, I did not work for a lobbyist, but I was dishonest just the same. I have changed.

In DC I had several friends who loved me just the same. They worried and confronted.… Read full post »

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SEPTEMBER 30, 2010 11:16AM

Misadventures in Dating, Part 1: Don't Fake It

My mother committed suicide over a decade ago. I got a call from a guy I had dated a bit the other day telling me he attempted suicide the night before. He knew about my mom. 

People come to me with personal stuff, people I don't know well, people I work… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 3, 2010 12:55AM

Making A New Heart





I'm building a new heart. Closed for repair. I make it stronger. I keep my heart honest. However, I will no longer turn a blind eye to deception. Not so quick to give all, to trust blindly. It no longer opens all the… Read full post »

AUGUST 16, 2010 11:14AM





I wish I could have held your hand in mine,

And told you not to do it.

I wish I could have held your hand in mine,

That last time you went to sleep.


Mama, I have scars inside,

From the ones I didn't keep.

Mama,… Read full post »

AUGUST 5, 2010 12:18PM

What I Don't Say




I think of them. The ones from the past. The ones I hurt, and who hurt me. The ones who left footprints on my heart.

I compare. There are no comparisons.

The one who first took my heart, now married with a new baby. He was… Read full post »

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JULY 27, 2010 9:36AM

Mom, Mom and Dad

Deb, my step-mom, does not get mushy, not with me. We are very different and I was a precocious little kid who demanded all my father's attention. I never bit or hit her or told her I hated her, but as a child, my father was my world and I needed… Read full post »

JUNE 29, 2010 12:21PM

To Hold Her

This is a piece I wrote at The OS Writers Retreat this past Saturday. The prompt presented by Kate Hymes was "tell us something we cannot forget" after she read the poem Each Bird Walking, by Tess Gallagher.

I did not expect to be so moved. I sort of had myRead full post »

JUNE 28, 2010 11:59AM

Skinny Bitch

I was once curvier. Big boobs, big ass. I never liked it on me. Then, it seemed a burden, unwanted weight on my small frame. I grew to accept it, after trying anything, unhealthy things, to be rid of the womanly curves.

Now I am thin. I am in my… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 23, 2009 2:13PM

Crooked Pinky


My hands are like my mom's. It bothers me. I like it. Kinda bittersweet. She had small elfish hands with crooked pinky fingers. So do I. They show my age, actually they look older.

The freckles on my face give me a youthful look. Most guess mid twenties. I'm… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 22, 2009 11:54AM

Walking Softly, Open Arms.

I live out loud, I think I always have. My heart is big and tough and open. But I go through it, a smaller, not so destructive, version of my mother's madness. Sensitive, perceptive, sentimental, smart, creative, but not always real.

I remember my childhood.  




I… Read full post »