To the few of those out there in OS land that have been so gracious as to stop by now and then, I offer my apologies for the lengthy hiatus. The world, or at least my minute, little corner of it, is approaching mach speed. When I do have the time… Read full post »

Yes, there is good news today. Stepson, the very bane of my existence, will at this time tomorrow be somewhere over the Pacific, thousands of miles away. It's downright shameful how happy, thrilled and excited this news makes me. Would that he would live out the rest of his days on… Read full post »

Two-Zero-One-Zero. Twenty-Ten. Two-Thousand-Ten. I don't know. None of them roll off the tongue well, each syllable sounding like the utterances of a strange foreign language.

And, hey! What did we call the decade after the 90s, the one we just left behind? The Zeros? And now, with the next decade… Read full post »

In my last entry, I alluded to the fact that current hubby is but the third in a series of dubious marital choices on my part. Numbers One and Two were miserable failures by anyone’s standards, but surprisingly, there was also a respect and a caring that outlived the marriages themselves.… Read full post »

There are times, today being only one example, when I wonder... why didn't I see the writing on the wall? Why didn't I see that this man who captured and then held my heart 23 years ago with his goofy, little boy smile and his oh so affable ways, why didn't… Read full post »

Fall is by far my favorite season. It must be because I spent the first half of my life where there are only three seasons: warm, hot and hot as hell. (All you Texans out there agree, yes?)

The two photos you see were taken just up the road from… Read full post »

A Sensual Soughing

Her essence, flirtatious and carefree,
dances on the whim of an afternoon breeze.
I have known this caress before...
soft, subtle, a soughing through the senses,
an effortless whisper to the soul.
She beckons, a seductive invitation
to witness her bold but dying beauty.
I breathe deeply… Read full post »

A piece written in 2004 sat in a dusty corner, all but forgotten and buried under so much emotional rubble from days gone by. Now and again I find the need to revisit the past, to view those pieces of me that were so important as to warrant writing them down. Occasionally, one wil… Read full post »

My God... I was beginning to think that my kind was a dying bread. Well, at least here at OS. Thankfully, my hopes are buoyed by a woman on this site who speaks her mind quite brilliantly, eloquently and with style.

What I find amusing is that so many of her would-be… Read full post »

These days I find myself sitting on the proverbial fence. One leg is firmly planted on the conservative side while the other dangles, swinging to and fro. Caught up in the frenzy of all things presidential, a part of me wants so very badly to believe, not only in my government,… Read full post »

One of the things I do fairly well is write the occasional letter. I don't mean the update-the-family kind of letter. No, the kind of letters I write are those that explain what's in my heart. See, I have a problem at times with saying everything I want to say when… Read full post »

They say that being a parent is the hardest job in the world. I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I think ‘they’ need to take another look at the job description. I contend that simply being of the female persuasion is the leader of the pack when it comes to… Read full post »

"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."
-William Faulkner

Born in the United States in the mid ‘50s, my youth was one of carefree ignorance. The world was my oyster, put there for me and my imagination. It was by no means a perfect world, but… Read full post »

Back during the days when the world of word play was  just opening its door for me, I'd resort to any number of methods to get my imagination juiced.

Belonging to another online writing site, I would search for poetry or short story contests to enter. If I was suff… Read full post »

Things Your Mother Never Told You, or Flying By the Seat of Your Panties

My mother was of the Don't Ask, Don't Tell School of Thought, meaning that certain things simply were not discussed - in mixed company or non. After all, her mother never told her certain things either.

Were it… Read full post »

More poetry of the puking, purging kind. And yes, this one was written with my sister in mind as well. There have been many times I've thanked God that I only have the one! 

You Lose

Serve a life sentence or do the penance,

whichever one you choose.

It makes no matter your idle… Read full post »

This is a poem written long ago in response to an ongoing, long-lasting "thing" between my sister and I. We didn't speak for two years. Poetry - writing in general - can be a great way to purge and release pent up pain. Too bad my sister doesn't write. Might do her a… Read full post »

The entry posted yesterday capped off a two-week period of close encounters of the way-too-many-relatives-for-far-too-many-days kind. I’m of the mind that company is a lot like fish. After several days they begin to stink and it’s time to throw their nasty, stinky little carcasses out the… Read full post »

Why in the world would a perfectly sane, well-functioning woman get involved with a man who already had four children, proceed to create two more with him, and then marry him? This is the question of the day.

I am, of course, the woman to which I refer. But if I am… Read full post »

It seemed appropriate somehow to post a poem written by yours truly in 2004, knowing it would immediately follow my last entry, "I'm no virgin". The latter had nothing whatsoever to do with sex; the former now a mere memory to a woman firmly in the ma… Read full post »

I’ve been a “regular” here at OS for all of a week now, and although this is not my first time blogging online, my reactions thus far to this new site are already riding a huge wave back and forth across a broad spectrum of emotion. That being the case, you… Read full post »

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Have you ever pinpointed why it is you write? I dare say the answers to that question would be as diverse as the writers behind the pen/pencil/keys.

The world is full of writers of all kind and caliber: novelists, playwrights, copywriters, speechwriters, editors, poets, journalists. Some are freelanc… Read full post »

In hindsight, writing the first entry, "In the beginning...", I seem to have sidestepped more than a few moments in time that are relevant to the overall picture. Isn't that always the case? As in just about every story, one must revisit the past in order to put the present in… Read full post »